text_original: " I might, my dear Ethel, tell you that I would not go, and yet carry out my plan ; but I will never deceive you, even to console you. I ought not, I repeat, to hesitate between your tears and your true interests. Your fortune, 112 , HANS OF ICELAND. your happiness, perhaps your life, — your very life, my Ethel, — are at stake."
text_transcription: I MIGHT MY DEAR ETHEL TELL YOU THAT I WOULD NOT GO AND YET CARRY OUT MY PLAN BUT I WILL NEVER DECEIVE YOU EVEN TO CONSOLE YOU I OUGHT NOT I REPEAT TO HESITATE BETWEEN YOUR TEARS AND YOUR TRUE INTERESTS YOUR FORTUNE YOUR HAPPINESS PERHAPS YOUR LIFE YOUR VERY LIFE MY ETHEL ARE AT STAKE
phonemes: " aɪ mˈaɪt, maɪ dˈɪɹ ˈɛθəl, tˈɛl juː ðæt aɪ wʊd nˌɑːt ɡˈoʊ, ænd jˈɛt kˈæɹi ˈaʊt maɪ plˈæn ; bˌʌt aɪ wɪl nˈɛvɚ dᵻsˈiːv juː, ˈiːvən tə kənsˈoʊl juː. aɪ ˈɔːt nˈɑːt, aɪ ɹᵻpˈiːt, tə hˈɛzᵻtˌeɪt bᵻtwˌiːn jʊɹ tˈɪɹz ænd jʊɹ tɹˈuː ˈɪntɹɛsts. jʊɹ fˈɔːɹtʃʊn, wˈʌnhˈʌndɹɪd twˈɛlv , hˈænz ʌv ˈaɪslənd. jʊɹ hˈæpɪnəs, pɚhˈæps jʊɹ lˈaɪf, — jʊɹ vˈɛɹi lˈaɪf, maɪ ˈɛθəl, — ɑːɹ æt stˈeɪk."