'This only was wanting to fill up the measure of my scorn for thee,'

pursued the Puritan
'This only was wanting to fill up the measure of my scorn for thee,'
pursued the Puritan. 'Thou art worthy of thine office. But show me no
favour, for I will receive none at thy hands. I would rather wear these
fetters to my death, however much they may gall my limbs, than have them
struck off by thee. I would rather rot in this dungeon--ay, though it
were worse than it is--than owe my liberation to thee. The sole favour
thou canst show me is to rid me of thy presence, which is hateful to me,
and chases holy thoughts from my breast, putting evil in their place.'