As soon as he was set at liberty he gave new cause of offence and suspicion, and was again arrested, examined and sent to prison.

[41] At length he was permitted to retire, pursued by the hisses and curses of both parties, to a lonely manor house in the North Riding of Yorkshire.

There, at least, he had not to endure the scornful looks of old associates who had once thought him a man of dauntless courage and spotless honour, but who now pronounced that he was at best a meanspirited coward, and hinted their suspicions that he had been from the beginning a spy and a trepan.

[42] He employed the short and sad remains of his life in turning the Consolation of Boethius into English.

The translation was published after the translator's death.