[Calls] Come, father! [To Margaret] Art afraid?
Mar. Ah, yes, afraid
That I may lose thee!
Hub. Is it hell, or Heaven?
[Re-enter friar Sebastian]
Good father, when two souls have kissed so close
They in each other lose the form of self,
And neither body knows its own again,
Wouldst join them mortally, that being one
They can not go amiss?