text_original: Nor less that shirt, my rival's gift, Cut from the piece that made her shift, Shall in thy dearest blood be dyed, And make thee tear thy tainted hide.
text_transcription: NOR LEST THAT SHIRT MY RIVAL'S GIFT CUT FROM THE PEACE THAT MADE HER SHIFT SHALL IN THY DEAREST BLOOD BE DYED AND MAKE THEE TEAR THY TAINTED HIDE
phonemes: nˈɔːɹ lˈɛs ðæt ʃˈɜːt, maɪ ɹˈaɪvəlz ɡˈɪft, kˈʌt fɹʌmðə pˈiːs ðæt mˌeɪd hɜː ʃˈɪft, ʃˌæl ɪn ðˌaɪ dˈɪɹɪst blˈʌd biː dˈaɪd, ænd mˌeɪk ðiː tˈɪɹ ðˌaɪ tˈeɪntᵻd hˈaɪd.