For his tresons which he tofore wrought
On alisaundre and on his lynage
And specially if that she were brought
To macedoyne for hir auauntage
With hir sonne that was but yonge of age
Cassander thought and dred as I haue tolde
They wolde auenge his tresons wrought of olde
He cast afore of malice causeles
This Cassander moost falsly werkynge
That if this knight this yonge hercules
Sonne of alisaundre by recorde of writinge
In macedoyne were take and crowned kinge
Howe that he wolde of equite and right
Hir faders deth auenge lyke a knight
Which thinge to eschue cassander gan prouide
And by fals fraude was nat recheles
But on a daye he list nat longe abide
Slough first the quene this seyde Bersanes
And than hir sonne I called hercules
Thus by cassander of murdre crop and rote
They murdred were there was none other bote
This cruelte might nat suffise
Vnto alysaundre by recorde of scripture
But lyke a tyraunt in vengeable wyse
He dyd theym burye by frowarde auenture
Where no man shulde knowe their sepulture
And thus alas which pyte is to rede
He murdryd foure out of one kinrede
To alisaundre he ministred the poyson
Slough the quene called olimpiades
And of hatrede by full fals treson
As I haue tolde he slough quene bersanes
Wife to alisaundre moder to hercules
Which in youth by bochas rehersinge
In macedoyne was like to haue be kinge
After all this he coude nat lyue in pes
But euer redy some treson for to do
Slough eke the quene called Roxanes
Vpon a day and hir yonge sonne to
And she was wif to alisaundre also
Cassandre dredinge in his opinion
Lyst they wolde venge vpon his fals treson
Thus euer he lyued in murdre sorowe and strif
By way of fraude cam all his encres
And as I finde howe he had a wyf
And she was called Thesalonices
And this story remembreth doutles
A sonne they had borne atwene theym tweyne
To sle his moder which after dyd his peyne
Shortly to pas myn auctoure writeth none other
Antipater was hir sonnes name
And by cause that she louyd his brother
Better than him he to his greate diffame
Compassed hir deth the story seyth the same
Natwithstandinge tappese his cruelte
She askyd mercy knelinge on hir kne
Hir brestys open white and soft as silke
All bedewed with ••yrys hir visake
Requeryd mekely at reuerence of the milke
With which he was fostred in yonge age
For to haue mercy and tappese his rage
And to accepte goodly hir prayere
To saue the lyf of his moder dere
But all for nought herde hir neueradell
He was to hir surmountinge at mesure
Lyke his fader vengeable and cruell
I trowe it was you•• him of nature
For by recorde of kinde and eke scripture
Seelde or neuer no braunch that is good
Springeth of custome oute of crue•• blode
Of hir deth cause there was none other
That antipater slou•• 〈◊〉〈◊〉 moder dere
But for she loued al•• 〈◊〉〈◊〉 his brother
Better than him the cronicle doth vs lere
Which alisaundre if ye list to here
Had in his socoure I finde by wrytinge
Demetrius that was of asie kinge
Thesalonices was in this while ded
By antipater he moost infortunate
Bathed in hir blode hir sides were made rede
Withoute compassion of hir hye estate
And hir two sonnes lyuynge at debate
Tyll lisimachus that prefect was of Trace
Theym reconsiled eche tyll others grace
Whan demetrius knewe of their accorde
God wote the••oth he no thinge was fayne
But by his fraude the story bereth recorde
That alisaundre maliciously was slayne
This while antipater stondinge in no certeyne
Tyll he by sleyght of lisymachus
Was murdryd after the story telleth thus