text_original: " Pity I Don't I tell you that I pity you— pity you whom I used to revere ! Great God ! can you guess what pain it is to change respect for the creature one loves into pity ? I told you that I would never hurt you — that I would never bring shame upon you, Isola. You have no unkindness to fear from me. But you have broken my heart, you have slain my faith in man and woman.
text_transcription: PITY DON'T I TELL YOU THAT I PITY YOU PITY YOU WHOM I USED TO REVERE GREAT GOD CAN YOU GUESS WHAT PAIN IT IS TO CHANGE RESPECT FOR THE CREATURE ONE LOVES INTO PITY I TOLD YOU THAT I WOULD NEVER HURT YOU THAT I WOULD NEVER BRING SHAME UPON YOU IS OLA YOU HAVE NO UNKINDNESS TO FEAR FROM ME BUT YOU HAVE BROKEN MY HEART YOU HAVE SLAIN MY FAITH IN MAN AND WOMAN
phonemes: " pˈɪɾi aɪ dˈoʊnt aɪ tˈɛl juː ðæt aɪ pˈɪɾi juː— pˈɪɾi juː hˈuːm aɪ jˈuːzd tə ɹᵻvˈɪɹ ! ɡɹˈeɪt ɡˈɑːd ! kæn juː ɡˈɛs wʌt pˈeɪn ɪɾ ɪz tə tʃˈeɪndʒ ɹᵻspˈɛkt fɚðə kɹˈiːtʃɚ wˈʌn lˈʌvz ˌɪntʊ pˈɪɾi ? aɪ tˈoʊld juː ðæt aɪ wʊd nˈɛvɚ hˈɜːt juː — ðæt aɪ wʊd nˈɛvɚ bɹˈɪŋ ʃˈeɪm əpˌɑːn juː, aɪsˈoʊlə. juː hæv nˈoʊ ʌŋkˈaɪndnəs tə fˈɪɹ fɹʌm mˌiː. bˌʌt juː hæv bɹˈoʊkən maɪ hˈɑːɹt, juː hæv slˈeɪn maɪ fˈeɪθ ɪn mˈæn ænd wˈʊmən.