text_original: " Oh, noble girl, let me feel your heart beat against mine ! Generous friend ! I will soon return. Nay, you shall soon be mine ; I would save your father, that I may better deserve to be his son.
text_transcription: O NOBLE GIRL LET ME FEEL YOUR HEART BEAT AGAINST MINE GENEROUS FRIEND I WILL SOON RETURN NAY YOU SHALL SOON BE MINE I WOULD SAVE YOUR FATHER THAT I MAY BETTER DESERVE TO BE HIS SON
phonemes: " ˈoʊ, nˈoʊbəl ɡˈɜːl, lˈɛt mˌiː fˈiːl jʊɹ hˈɑːɹt bˈiːt ɐɡˈɛnst mˈaɪn ! dʒˈɛnɚɹəs fɹˈɛnd ! aɪ wɪl sˈuːn ɹᵻtˈɜːn. nˈeɪ, juː ʃˌæl sˈuːn biː mˈaɪn ; aɪ wʊd sˈeɪv jʊɹ fˈɑːðɚ, ðæt aɪ mˈeɪ bˈɛɾɚ dɪzˈɜːv təbi hɪz sˈʌn.