[Exeunt turnkey, locking door]
[Margaret comes down corridor toward Kent, her hands behind her]
Kent. [Looking up] What devil drove you here?
Mar. Did Hubert speak?
Kent. What do you want? Why hold away your hands?
Fear not that I'll embrace thee!
Mar. What art thou?
Kent. Nothing to thee, whatever else I am.
Away! For Death and I have just locked hands.
One moment more and I had cozened him