text_original: ' Shade ! ' cried Daphne indignantly. ' Who wants shade ? Who could ever have too much of Phoebus Apollo ? Not I. We see too little of his godlike countenance, and I will never turn my back upon him.'
text_transcription: SHADE CRIED DAPHNE INDIGNANTLY WHO WANTS SHADE WHO COULD EVER HAVE TOO MUCH OF PHOEBUS APOLLO NOT I WE SEE TOO LITTLE OF HIS GODLIKE COUNTENANCE AND I WILL NEVER TURN MY BACK UPON HIM
phonemes: ʃˈeɪd ! kɹˈaɪd dˈæfni ɪndˈɪɡnəntli. hˌuː wˈɔnts ʃˈeɪd ? hˌuː kʊd ˈɛvɚ hæv tˈuː mʌtʃ ʌv fˈoʊbəs ɐpˈɑːloʊ ? nˌɑːt ˈaɪ. wiː sˈiː tˈuː lˈɪɾəl ʌv hɪz ɡˈɑːdlaɪk kˈaʊntənəns, ænd aɪ wɪl nˈɛvɚ tˈɜːn maɪ bˈæk əpˌɑːn hˌɪm.