text_original: Cruel unknown! what is it you intend? Ah! could you, could you hope a poet for your friend! Rather forgive what my first transport said: May all the blood, which shall by woman's scorn be shed, Lie upon you and on your children's head! For you (ah! did I think I e'er should live to see The fatal time when that could be!) Have even increased their pride and cruelty.
text_transcription: CRUEL UNKNOWN WHAT IS IT YOU INTEND AH COULD YOU COULD YOU HOPE A POET FOR YOUR FRIEND RATHER FORGIVE WHAT MY FIRST TRANSPORT SAID MAY ALL THE BLOOD WHICH SHALL BY WOMAN'S SCORN BE SHED LIE UPON YOU AND UPON YOUR CHILDREN'S HEAD FOR YOU AH DID I THINK I E'ER WOULD LIVE TO SEE THE FATAL TIME WHEN THAT COULD BE HAVE EVEN INCREASED THEIR PRIDE AND CRUELTY
phonemes: kɹˈuːəl ʌnnˈoʊn! wˌʌt ɪz ɪt juː ɪntˈɛnd? ˈɑː! kˈʊd juː, kʊd juː hˈoʊp ɐ pˈoʊɪt fɔːɹ jʊɹ fɹˈɛnd! ɹˈæðɚ fɚɡˈɪv wʌt maɪ fˈɜːst tɹˈænspɔːɹt sˈɛd: mˈeɪ ˈɔːl ðə blˈʌd, wˌɪtʃ ʃˌæl baɪ wˈʊmənz skˈɔːɹn biː ʃˈɛd, lˈaɪ əpˌɑːn juː ænd ˌɔn jʊɹ tʃˈɪldɹənz hˈɛd! fɔːɹ juː (ˈɑː! dˈɪd aɪ θˈɪŋk aɪ ˈɛɹ ʃˌʊd lˈɪv tə sˈiː ðə fˈeɪɾəl tˈaɪm wɛn ðæt kʊd bˈiː!) hæv ˈiːvən ɪŋkɹˈiːst ðɛɹ pɹˈaɪd ænd kɹˈuːəlti.