text_original: CHAPTER XV _WAYNE'S COURT_ "Love in my bosom, like a bee, Doth suck his sweet; Now with his wings he plays with me, Now with his feet."   ROSALIND'S MADRIGAL.
text_transcription: CHAPTER FIFTEEN WAINS COURT LOVE IN MY BOSOM LIKE A BEE DOTH SUCK HIS SWEET NOW WITH HIS WINGS HE PLAYS WITH ME NOW WITH HIS FEET ROSALIND'S MADRIGAL
phonemes: tʃˈæptɚ ɹˌoʊmən fˈɪftiːn wˈeɪnz kˈɔːɹt "lˈʌv ɪn maɪ bˈʊzəm, lˈaɪk ɐ bˈiː, dʌθ sˈʌk hɪz swˈiːt; nˈaʊ wɪð hɪz wˈɪŋz hiː plˈeɪz wɪð mˌiː, nˈaʊ wɪð hɪz fˈiːt."   ɹˈoʊzɐlˌɪndz mˈædɹɪɡəl.