ABSTRACT
Help me in the circus on 8 November. Bind every limb, every sinew, the shoulders, the ankles, and the elbows of Olympus, Olympianus, Scortius, and Juvencus, the charioteers of the Reds. Torment their minds, their intelligence, and their senses so that they may not see where they are going – neither they nor the horses they are going to drive, Aegyptus, Callidromus, and any other horses yoked with them, Valentinus and Lampadius . . . and Maurus, the offspring of Lampadius, and Chrysaspis, Iuba and Indus, Palmatus and Superbus. . . . Bubalus, the offspring of Censorapus, Ereis and any other horse of theirs likely to run . . . may none of them gain the victory.
As this cock is bound, legs, wings and head, so bind the legs, hands, head and heart of Victoricus, the charioteer of the Blues tomorrow, and the horses he is going to drive, Secundinus, Juvenis, Advocatus, Bubakus, and Laureaus, Pompeianus, Beanus, Victor and Eximius. . . . I adjure you by the God of Heaven above, who sits on the Cherubim, who divided the land and set apart the sea, by Iao, Abriao, Arbathiao, Adonai Sabao, that you bind Victoricus and Dominator, so that they may not come to victory tomorrow. Now. Now. Quick. Quick.
