text_original: Would you but linger, would you but be told, Pledge with its thousand sighs my soul doth give That you, likewise, should travel on heart broken: Ah, we have lost our Beatrice! Behold, What least soever word be of her spoken, The tears must follow now from all that live.
text_transcription: WOULD YOU BUT LINGER WOULD YOU BUT BE TOLD PLEDGE WITH ITS THOUSAND SIGHS MY SOUL DOTH GIVE THAT YOU LIKEWISE SHOULD TRAVEL ON HEART BROKEN AH WE HAVE LOST OUR BEATRES BEHOLD WHAT LEAST SOEVER WORD BE OF HER SPOKEN THE TEARS MUST FOLLOW NOW FROM ALL THAT LIVE
phonemes: wʊd juː bˌʌt lˈɪŋɡɚ, wʊd juː bˌʌt biː tˈoʊld, plˈɛdʒ wɪð ɪts θˈaʊzənd sˈaɪz maɪ sˈoʊl dʌθ ɡˈɪv ðˈæt juː, lˈaɪkwaɪz, ʃˌʊd tɹˈævəl ˌɔn hˈɑːɹt bɹˈoʊkən: ˈɑː, wiː hæv lˈɔst ˌaʊɚ bˈiətɹɪs! bᵻhˈoʊld, wˌʌt lˈiːst sˌoʊˈɛvɚ wˈɜːd biː ʌv hɜː spˈoʊkən, ðə tˈɪɹz mˈʌst fˈɑːloʊ nˈaʊ fɹʌm ˈɔːl ðæt lˈaɪv.