text_original: "Enough," cried the unfortunate Renaldo, "the measure of my woes is now filled up." So saying, he fell backwards in a swoon, from which he was with difficulty recovered to the sensation of the most exquisite torments.
text_transcription: ENOUGH CRIED THE UNFORTUNATE RINALDO THE MEASURE OF MY WOES IS NOW FILLED UP SO SAYING HE FELL BACKWARDS IN A SWOON FROM WHICH HE WAS WITH DIFFICULTY RECOVERED TO THE SENSATION OF THE MOST EXQUISITE TORMENTS
phonemes: "ɪnˈʌf," kɹˈaɪd ðɪ ʌnfˈɔːɹtʃənət ɹᵻnˈældoʊ, "ðə mˈɛʒɚɹ ʌv maɪ wˈoʊz ɪz nˈaʊ fˈɪld ˈʌp." sˌoʊ sˈeɪɪŋ, hiː fˈɛl bˈækwɚdz ɪn ɐ swˈuːn, fɹʌm wˈɪtʃ hiː wʌz wɪð dˈɪfɪkˌʌlti ɹᵻkˈʌvɚd tə ðə sɛnsˈeɪʃən ʌvðə mˈoʊst ɛkskwˈɪsɪt tˈɔːɹmɛnts.