text_original: Then they went along To Godmar; who said: Now, Jehane, Your lover's life is on the wane So fast, that, if this very hour You yield not as my paramour, He will not see the rain leave off: Nay, keep your tongue from gibe and scoff Sir Robert, or I slay you now. She laid her hand upon her brow, Then gazed upon the palm, as though She thought her forehead bled, and: No!
text_transcription: THEN THEY WENT ALONG TO GOD MAR WHO SAID NOW JOHAN YOUR LOVER'S LIFE IS ON THE WANE SO FAST THAT IF THIS VERY HOUR YOU YIELD NOT AS MY PARAMOUR HE WILL NOT SEE THE RAIN LEAF OFF NAY KEEP YOUR TONGUE FROM GIBE AND SCOFF SIR ROBERT OR I SLAY YOU NOW SHE LAID HER HAND UPON HER BROW THEN GAZED UPON THE PALM AS THOUGH SHE THOUGHT HER FOREHEAD BLED AND NO
phonemes: ðˈɛn ðeɪ wɛnt ɐlˈɔŋ tə ɡˈɑːdmɚ; hˌuː sˈɛd: nˈaʊ, dʒˈɛheɪn, jʊɹ lˈʌvɚz lˈaɪf ɪz ɔnðə wˈeɪn sˌoʊ fˈæst, ðˈæt, ɪf ðɪs vˈɛɹi ˈaʊɚ juː jˈiːld nˌɑːt æz maɪ pˈæɹɐmˌʊɹ, hiː wɪl nˌɑːt sˈiː ðə ɹˈeɪn lˈiːv ˈɔf: nˈeɪ, kˈiːp jʊɹ tˈʌŋ fɹʌm dʒˈaɪb ænd skˈɔf sˌɜː ɹˈɑːbɚt, ɔːɹ aɪ slˈeɪ juː nˈaʊ. ʃiː lˈeɪd hɜː hˈænd əpˌɑːn hɜː bɹˈaʊ, ðˈɛn ɡˈeɪzd əpˌɑːn ðə pˈɑːm, æz ðˌoʊ ʃiː θˈɔːt hɜː fˈɔːɹhɛd blˈɛd, ænd: nˈoʊ!