text_original: The poor wretch looked like one more dead than alive, and begged to be released; a favour which he had no sooner obtained than he protested she was no woman, but a devil incarnate—that she had first seduced his flesh to rebel, and then betrayed him.
text_transcription: THE POOR WRETCH LOOKED LIKE ONE MORE DEAD THAN ALIVE AND BEGGED TO BE RELEASED A FAVOR WHICH HE HAD NO SOONER OBTAINED THAN HE PROTESTED SHE WAS NO WOMAN BUT A DEVIL INCARNATE THAT SHE HAD FIRST SEDUCED HIS FLESH TO REBEL AND THEN BETRAYED HIM
phonemes: ðə pˈʊɹ ɹˈɛtʃ lˈʊkt lˈaɪk wˈʌn mˈɔːɹ dˈɛd ðɐn ɐlˈaɪv, ænd bˈɛɡd təbi ɹᵻlˈiːst; ɐ fˈeɪvɚ wˌɪtʃ hiː hæd nˈoʊ sˈuːnɚɹ əbtˈeɪnd ðɐn hiː pɹətˈɛstᵻd ʃiː wʌz nˈoʊ wˈʊmən, bˌʌt ɐ dˈɛvəl ɪŋkˈɑːɹneɪt—ðæt ʃiː hæd fˈɜːst sᵻdˈuːst hɪz flˈɛʃ tə ɹᵻbˈɛl, ænd ðˈɛn bᵻtɹˈeɪd hˌɪm.