ABSTRACT
“I call [Protogo]nos (?) and Eubouleus, ] I call the wide [Earth ] . . . the dear ones. You, having parched . . . 20 of De]meter and Pallas to us Eubou]leus, Irikepaios, save me hurler of lightn]ing . . . one(?) Dionysus. Passwords: ] . . . god through the bosom 24 ] . . . I drank [wine?], donkey, herdsman ] . . . token: above below for the . . . ] and what has been given to you for your consumption in]to the basket, and again 28 c]one (or spinning-top), bull-roarer, knuckle-bones ] mirror
