Act III: Where shall I fly? Where hide this guilty head?
Where shall I fly? Where hide this guilty head? O fatal error of misguided love! O cruel Nessus, how art thou reveng'd! Wretched I am! By me Alcides dies! These impious hands have sent my injur'd lord Untimely to the shades! Let me be mad! Chain me, ye Furies, to your iron beds, And lash my guilty ghost with whips of scorpions! See, see, they come! Alecto with her snakes, Megaera fell, and black Tisiphone! See the dreadful sisters rise, Their baneful presence taints the skies! See the snaky whips they bear! What yellings rend my tortur'd ear! Hide me from their hated sight, Friendly shades of blackest night! Alas, no rest the guilty find >From the pursuing furies of the mind!