text_original: My temper could hold out no longer. I pulled out a poniard from my bosom, where I had concealed it, and rushing out flew up stairs like a fury, exclaiming, "Where's this perfidious villain? could I plunge this dagger into his false heart, I should then die satisfied!"
text_transcription: MY TEMPER COULD HOLD OUT NO LONGER I PULLED OUT A PONIARD FROM MY BOSOM WHERE I HAD CONCEALED IT AND RUSHING OUT FLEW UP THE STAIRS LIKE A FURY EXCLAIMING WHERE'S THIS PERFIDIOUS VILLAIN COULD I PLUNGE THIS DAGGER INTO HIS FALSE HEART I SHOULD THEN DIE SATISFIED
phonemes: maɪ tˈɛmpɚ kʊd hˈoʊld ˈaʊt nˌoʊ lˈɑːŋɡɚ. aɪ pˈʊld ˈaʊt ɐ pˈoʊnɪɚd fɹʌm maɪ bˈʊzəm, wˌɛɹ aɪ hæd kənsˈiːld ɪt, ænd ɹˈʌʃɪŋ ˈaʊt flˈuː ˌʌp stˈɛɹz lˈaɪk ɐ fjˈʊɹɹi, ɛksklˈeɪmɪŋ, "wˌɛɹz ðɪs pɜːfˈɪdiəs vˈɪlən? kʊd aɪ plˈʌndʒ ðɪs dˈæɡɚɹ ˌɪntʊ hɪz fˈɔls hˈɑːɹt, aɪ ʃˌʊd ðˈɛn dˈaɪ sˈæɾɪsfˌaɪd!"