hoc foedus Phrygium, haec geminae commercia terrae! quid maneat populos, ubi tanta iniuria primos degrassata duces? coeunt gens omnis et aetas: nec tantum exciti, bimari quos Isthmia vallo claustra nec undisonae quos circuit umbo Maleae, sed procul, admotas Phrixi qua semita iungi Europamque Asiamque vetat, quasque ordine gentes litore Abydeno maris alligat unda superni.
Such is Phrygian compact, such the commerce of two continents! What should the peoples expect, when so foul an outrage has descended on their leaders? All races, all ages flock together. Not only are they aroused whom Isthmus bars with rampart of double sea and the sounding waves of Maleas cape encircle,  but far away where Phrixus track forbids the junction of Europe and Asia, close though they come, those peoples that the wave of the upper sea binds in their sequence on Abydos coast.
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