Unperformed in Cambridge for over five years (because not enough people did it at GCSE), we bring you Shakespeare's truest depiction of heterosex this side of Sonnet 129.
The gentlemen thugs of neo-classical Victorian clubland make roaring war on each other with swordsticks and Queensberry fisticuffs. The presidents of the three most powerful clubs of St. James's have formed an uneasy alliance to consolidate power and preserve decorum. But one of them keeps fucking off to Limehouse and smoking smack with a gypsy queen. Consequences.