text_original: A truer never did itself sustain within a soldier's waistcoat. Be mine! Be mine! Be Princess of Crim Tartary! My Royal father will approve our union; and, as for that little carroty haired Angelica, I do not care a fig for her any more.
text_transcription: A TRUER NEVER DID ITSELF SUSTAIN WITHIN A SOLDIER'S WAISTCOAT BE MINE BE MINE BE PRINCESS OF CRIM TARTARY MY ROYAL FATHER WILL APPROVE OUR UNION AND AS FOR THAT LITTLE CARTE HEAD ANGELICA I DO NOT CARE A FIG FOR HER ANY MORE
phonemes: ɐ tɹˈuːɚ nˈɛvɚ dˈɪd ɪtsˈɛlf səstˈeɪn wɪðˌɪn ɐ sˈoʊldʒɚz wˈeɪstkoʊt. biː mˈaɪn! biː mˈaɪn! biː pɹˈɪnsɛs ʌv kɹˈɪm tˈɑːɹɾɚɹi! maɪ ɹˈɔɪəl fˈɑːðɚ wɪl ɐpɹˈuːv ˌaʊɚ jˈuːniən; ænd, æz fɔːɹ ðæt lˈɪɾəl kˈæɹɑːɾi hˈɛɹd ændʒˈɛlɪkə, aɪ duːnˌɑːt kˈɛɹ ɐ fˈɪɡ fɔːɹ hɜːɹ ˌɛni mˈɔːɹ.