"I, who shall soon be king of the Jews, command you!" The cohort began to jeer at him; Vergilius commanded silence.
"You lapdog!" Antipater hissed, turning upon the Roman.

"Am I met with treason ?" "You give yourself a poor compliment," said Vergilius.

"Better call me a lion than a lapdog." He turned to an officer who stood near and added: "You will now obey the orders of the king." Forthwith, Vergilius went aboard the new-come vessel and seized the goods of Antipater and put them on their way to the king.

Meanwhile, the soldiers, many of whom had borne with the cruelty and insolence of their prisoner, were little inclined to mercy.

He struggled, cursing, but they bore him down, binding him hand and knee to an open litter, so he stood, like a beast, upon all fours, for such, indeed, was the order of the king.