text_original: Runs not a river by my palace wall? Have I not sacks to sew up wives withal? Say but the word, that thou wilt be mine own,  your mistress straightway in a sack is sewn, and thou the sharer of my heart and throne.
text_transcription: RUNS NOT A RIVER BY MY PALACE WALL HAVE I NOT SACKS TO SEW UP WIVES WITHAL SAY BUT THE WORD THAT THOU WILT BE MINE OWN YOUR MISTRESS STRAIGHTWAY IN A SACK IS SOWN AND THOU THE SHARER OF MY HEART AND THRONE
phonemes: ɹˈʌnz nˌɑːɾɚ ɹˈɪvɚ baɪ maɪ pˈælɪs wˈɔːl? hæv aɪ nˌɑːt sˈæks tə sˈoʊ ˌʌp wˈaɪvz wɪðˈæl? sˈeɪ bˌʌt ðə wˈɜːd, ðæt ðˈaʊ wˈɪlt biː mˈaɪn ˈoʊn,  jʊɹ mˈɪstɹəs stɹˈeɪtweɪ ɪn ɐ sˈæk ɪz sˈoʊn, ænd ðˈaʊ ðə ʃˈɛɹɚɹ ʌv maɪ hˈɑːɹt ænd θɹˈoʊn.