text_original: Ask how I fret when she has beckon'd To Robert to bring up a second; I hate to have it in my sight, And drink my share in perfect spite.
text_transcription: AND HOW I FRET WHEN SHE HAS BECKONED TO ROBERT TO BRING UP A SECOND I HATE TO HAVE IT IN MY SIGHT AND DRINK MY SHARE IN PERFECT SPITE
phonemes: ˈæsk hˌaʊ aɪ fɹˈɛt wɛn ʃiː hɐz bˈɛkənd tə ɹˈɑːbɚt tə bɹˈɪŋ ˌʌp ɐ sˈɛkənd; aɪ hˈeɪt tə hæv ɪɾ ɪn maɪ sˈaɪt, ænd dɹˈɪŋk maɪ ʃˈɛɹ ɪn pˈɜːfɛkt spˈaɪt.