text_original: "What!" cried he, in an ecstasy of rage, "is she so abandoned to perfidy, so lost to shame, so damned to constancy, to gratitude, and virtuous love, as to meditate the means of leaving me without decency, without remorse! to forsake me in my adversity, when my hapless fortune can no longer flatter the pride and vanity of her expectation! O woman! woman! woman!
text_transcription: WHAT CRIED HE IN AN ECSTASY OF RAGE IS SHE SO ABANDONED TO PERFIDY SO LOST TO SHAME SO DAMNED TO CONSTANCY TO GRATITUDE AND VIRTUOUS LOVE AS TO MEDITATE THE MEANS OF LEAVING ME WITHOUT DECENCY WITHOUT REMORSE TO FORSAKE ME IN MY ADVERSITY WHEN MY HAPLESS FORTUNE CAN NO LONGER FLATTER THE PRIDE AND VANITY OF HER EXPECTATION O WOMAN WOMAN
phonemes: "wˌʌt!" kɹˈaɪd hiː, ɪn ɐn ˈɛkstəsi ʌv ɹˈeɪdʒ, "ɪz ʃiː sˌoʊ ɐbˈændənd tə pˈɜːfɪdi, sˌoʊ lˈɔst tə ʃˈeɪm, sˌoʊ dˈæmd tə kˈɑːnstənsi, tə ɡɹˈæɾɪtˌuːd, ænd vˈɜːtʃuːəs lˈʌv, æz tə mˈɛdᵻtˌeɪt ðə mˈiːnz ʌv lˈiːvɪŋ mˌiː wɪðˌaʊt dˈiːsənsi, wɪðˌaʊt ɹᵻmˈɔːɹs! tə fɔːɹsˈeɪk mˌiː ɪn maɪ ædvˈɚsᵻɾi, wˌɛn maɪ hˈæpləs fˈɔːɹtʃʊn kæn nˌoʊ lˈɑːŋɡɚ flˈæɾɚ ðə pɹˈaɪd ænd vˈænᵻɾi ʌv hɜːɹ ɛkspɪktˈeɪʃən! ˈoʊ wˈʊmən! wˈʊmən! wˈʊmən!