CHAPTER 32.

Antipater Is Accused Before Varus, And Is Convicted Of

Laying A Plot [Against His Father] By The Strongest

Evidence. Herod Puts Off His Punishment Till He Should Be

Recovered, And In The Mean Time Alters His Testament.

1. Now the day following the king assembled a court of his kinsmen and

friends, and called in Antipater's friends also. Herod himself, with

Varus, were the presidents; and Herod called for all the witnesses, and

ordered them to be brought in; among whom some of the domestic servants

of Antipater's mother were brought in also, who had but a little while

before been caught, as they were carrying the following letter from her

to her son: "Since all those things have been already discovered to

thy father, do not thou come to him, unless thou canst procure some

assistance from Caesar." When this and the other witnesses were

introduced, Antipater came in, and falling on his face before his

father's feet, he said, "Father, I beseech thee, do not condemn me

beforehand, but let thy ears be unbiassed, and attend to my defense; for

if thou wilt give me leave, I will demonstrate that I am innocent."

2. Hereupon Herod cried out to him to hold his peace, and spake thus

to Varus: "I cannot but think that thou, Varus, and every other upright

judge, will determine that Antipater is a vile wretch. I am also afraid

that thou wilt abhor my ill fortune, and judge me also myself worthy

of all sorts of calamity for begetting such children; while yet I ought

rather to be pitied, who have been so affectionate a father to such

wretched sons; for when I had settled the kingdom on my former sons,

even when they were young, and when, besides the charges of their

education at Rome, I had made them the friends of Caesar, and made them

envied by other kings, I found them plotting against me. These have been

put to death, and that, in great measure, for the sake of Antipater;

for as he was then young, and appointed to be my successor, I took care

chiefly to secure him from danger: but this profligate wild beast, when

he had been over and above satiated with that patience which I showed

him, he made use of that abundance I had given him against myself; for I

seemed to him to live too long, and he was very uneasy at the old age

I was arrived at; nor could he stay any longer, but would be a king by

parricide. And justly I am served by him for bringing him back out of

the country to court, when he was of no esteem before, and for thrusting

out those sons of mine that were born of the queen, and for making him a

successor to my dominions. I confess to thee, O Varus, the great folly I

was guilty for I provoked those sons of mine to act against me, and cut

off their just expectations for the sake of Antipater; and indeed what

kindness did I do them; that could equal what I have done to Antipater?

to I have, in a manner, yielded up my royal while I am alive, and whom I

have openly named for the successor to my dominions in my testament, and

given him a yearly revenue of his own of fifty talents, and supplied him

with money to an extravagant degree out of my own revenue; and' when

he was about to sail to Rome, I gave him three talents, and recommended

him, and him alone of all my children, to Caesar, as his father's

deliverer. Now what crimes were those other sons of mine guilty of like

these of Antipater? and what evidence was there brought against them so

strong as there is to demonstrate this son to have plotted against

me? Yet does this parricide presume to speak for himself, and hopes

to obscure the truth by his cunning tricks. Thou, O Varus, must guard

thyself against him; for I know the wild beast, and I foresee how

plausibly he will talk, and his counterfeit lamentation. This was he who

exhorted me to have a care of Alexander when he was alive, and not to

intrust my body with all men! This was he who came to my very bed, and

looked about lest any one should lay snares for me! This was he who took

care of my sleep, and secured me from fear of danger, who comforted me

under the trouble I was in upon the slaughter of my sons, and looked to

see what affection my surviving brethren bore me! This was my protector,

and the guardian of my body! And when I call to mind, O Varus, his

craftiness upon every occasion, and his art of dissembling, I can hardly

believe that I am still alive, and I wonder how I have escaped such a

deep plotter of mischief. However, since some fate or other makes my

house desolate, and perpetually raises up those that are dearest to me

against me, I will, with tears, lament my hard fortune, and privately

groan under my lonesome condition; yet am I resolved that no one who

thirsts after my blood shall escape punishment, although the evidence

should extend itself to all my sons."

3. Upon Herod's saying this, he was interrupted by the confusion he was

in; but ordered Nicolaus, one of his friends, to produce the evidence

against Antipater. But in the mean time Antipater lifted up his head,

[for he lay on the ground before his father's feet,] and cried out

aloud, "Thou, O father, hast made my apology for me; for how can I be

a parricide, whom thou thyself confessest to have always had for

thy guardian? Thou callest my filial affection prodigious lies and

hypocrisy! how then could it be that I, who was so subtle in other

matters, should here be so mad as not to understand that it was not easy

that he who committed so horrid a crime should be concealed from men,

but impossible that he should be concealed from the Judge of heaven, who

sees all things, and is present every where? or did not I know what end

my brethren came to, on whom God inflicted so great a punishment for

their evil designs against thee? And indeed what was there that could

possibly provoke me against thee? Could the hope of being king do it?

I was a king already. Could I suspect hatred from thee? No. Was not I

beloved by thee? And what other fear could I have? Nay, by preserving

thee safe, I was a terror to others. Did I want money? No; for who was

able to expend so much as myself? Indeed, father, had I been the most

execrable of all mankind, and had I had the soul of the most cruel

wild beast, must I not have been overcome with the benefits thou hadst

bestowed upon me? whom, as thou thyself sayest, thou broughtest [into

the palace]; whom thou didst prefer before so many of thy sons; whom

thou madest a king in thine own lifetime, and, by the vast magnitude of

the other advantages thou bestowedst on me, thou madest me an object of

envy. O miserable man! that thou shouldst undergo this bitter absence,

and thereby afford a great opportunity for envy to arise against thee,

and a long space for such as were laying designs against thee! Yet was

I absent, father, on thy affairs, that Sylleus might not treat thee with

contempt in thine old age. Rome is a witness to my filial affection, and

so is Caesar, the ruler of the habitable earth, who oftentimes called me

Philopater. 47 Take here the letters he hath sent thee, they are more

to be believed than the calumnies raised here; these letters are my only

apology; these I use as the demonstration of that natural affection I

have to thee. Remember that it was against my own choice that I sailed

[to Rome], as knowing the latent hatred that was in the kingdom against

me. It was thou, O father, however unwillingly, who hast been my ruin,

by forcing me to allow time for calumnies against me, and envy at me.

However, I am come hither, and am ready to hear the evidence there

is against me. If I be a parricide, I have passed by land and by sea,

without suffering any misfortune on either of them: but this method of

trial is no advantage to me; for it seems, O father, that I am already

condemned, both before God and before thee; and as I am already

condemned, I beg that thou wilt not believe the others that have been

tortured, but let fire be brought to torment me; let the racks march

through my bowels; have no regard to any lamentations that this polluted

body can make; for if I be a parricide, I ought not to die without

torture." Thus did Antipater cry out with lamentation and weeping, and

moved all the rest, and Varus in particular, to commiserate his case.

Herod was the only person whose passion was too strong to permit him to

weep, as knowing that the testimonies against him were true.

4. And now it was that, at the king's command, Nicolaus, when he

had premised a great deal about the craftiness of Antipater, and had

prevented the effects of their commiseration to him, afterwards

brought in a bitter and large accusation against him, ascribing all

the wickedness that had been in the kingdom to him, and especially the

murder of his brethren; and demonstrated that they had perished by the

calumnies he had raised against them. He also said that he had laid

designs against them that were still alive, as if they were laying plots

for the succession; and [said he] how can it be supposed that he who

prepared poison for his father should abstain from mischief as to his

brethren? He then proceeded to convict him of the attempt to poison

Herod, and gave an account in order of the several discoveries that

had been made; and had great indignation as to the affair of Pheroras,

because Antipater had been for making him murder his brother, and had

corrupted those that were dearest to the king, and filled the whole

palace with wickedness; and when he had insisted on many other

accusations, and the proofs for them, he left off.

5. Then Varus bid Antipater make his defense; but he lay along in

silence, and said no more but this, "God is my witness that I am

entirely innocent." So Varus asked for the potion, and gave it to be

drunk by a condemned malefactor, who was then in prison, who died upon

the spot. So Varus, when he had had a very private discourse with Herod,

and had written an account of this assembly to Caesar, went away, after

a day's stay. The king also bound Antipater, and sent away to inform

Caesar of his misfortunes.

6. Now after this it was discovered that Antipater had laid a plot

against Salome also; for one of Antiphilus's domestic servants came,

and brought letters from Rome, from a maid-servant of Julia, [Caesar's

wife,] whose name was Acme. By her a message was sent to the king, that

she had found a letter written by Salome, among Julia's papers, and had

sent it to him privately, out of her good-will to him. This letter of

Salome contained the most bitter reproaches of the king, and the highest

accusations against him. Antipater had forged this letter, and had

corrupted Acme, and persuaded her to send it to Herod. This was proved

by her letter to Antipater, for thus did this woman write to him: "As

thou desirest, I have written a letter to thy father, and have sent that

letter, and am persuaded that the king will not spare his sister when he

reads it. Thou wilt do well to remember what thou hast promised when all

is accomplished."

7. When this epistle was discovered, and what the epistle forged against

Salome contained, a suspicion came into the king's mind, that perhaps

the letters against Alexander were also forged: he was moreover greatly

disturbed, and in a passion, because he had almost slain his sister on

Antipater's account. He did no longer delay therefore to bring him

to punishment for all his crimes; yet when he was eagerly pursuing

Antipater, he was restrained by a severe distemper he fell into.

However, he sent all account to Caesar about Acme, and the contrivances

against Salome; he sent also for his testament, and altered it, and

therein made Antipas king, as taking no care of Archelaus and Philip,

because Antipater had blasted their reputations with him; but he

bequeathed to Caesar, besides other presents that he gave him, a

thousand talents; as also to his wife, and children, and friends, and

freed-men about five hundred: he also bequeathed to all others a great

quantity of land, and of money, and showed his respects to Salome

his sister, by giving her most splendid gifts. And this was what was

contained in his testament, as it was now altered.

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