December 9, 2010


Filed under: πόλις [polis],oppio dei popoli — Shylock @ 7:53 PM
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The man that hath no music in himself,
Nor is not moved with concord of sweet sounds,
Is fit for treasons, stratagems, and spoils.
The motions of his spirit are dull as night,
And his affections dark as Erebus.
Let no such man be trusted.

(William Shakespeare – The Merchant of Venice, V,I)

L’uomo che in sé non ha musica alcuna
Né mosso è mai dall’armonia soave
E’ presto ai furti, tradimenti e inganni
Lo spirto suo inerte è come notte
E cupi ha gli affetti come l’Erebo
Giammai si presti fé ad uom siffatto.

(Shylock’s translation)

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