The maiden was the daughter of my father—
Ay, ay, there's proof. She was the child of John
And a fair lady of his court and ours,
Who, dying, made confession to her priest——
Win. A priest? We know, my lord and king, that priests
Oft sell reports unto the devil's purse.
Hen. That from a churchman?
Win. Would an honest priest
Betray confession?