text_original: How came your image there? and in that room! Where she, the all adored, my life's sweet bloom, Died poisoned! She, my scarcely one week's bride   Yea, poisoned by a gift you sent to her, Thinking her death would win me to your side.
text_transcription: HOW CAME YOUR IMAGE THERE AND IN THAT ROOM WHERE SHE THE ALL ADORED MY LIFE'S SWEET BLOOM DIED POISONED SHE MY SCARCELY ONE WEEK'S BRIDE YEA POISONED BY A GIFT YOU SENT TO HER THINKING HER DEATH WOULD WIN ME TO YOUR SIDE
phonemes: hˌaʊ kˈeɪm jʊɹ ˈɪmɪdʒ ðˈɛɹ? ænd ɪn ðæt ɹˈuːm! wˈɛɹ ʃiː, ðɪ ˈɔːl ɐdˈɔːɹd, maɪ lˈaɪfz swˈiːt blˈuːm, dˈaɪd pˈɔɪzənd! ʃiː, maɪ skˈɛɹsli wˈʌn wˈiːks bɹˈaɪd jˈeɪ, pˈɔɪzənd baɪ ɐ ɡˈɪft juː sˈɛnt tə hɜː, θˈɪŋkɪŋ hɜː dˈɛθ wʊd wˈɪn mˌiː tə jʊɹ sˈaɪd.