text_original: Hey, Sweetlips, here hussy, d—n the tuoad, dos't n't know thy old measter? Ey, ey, thou may'st smell till Christmas, I'll be bound to be hanged, knight, if the creature's nose an't foundered by the d——d stinking perfumes you have got among you."
text_transcription: HEY SWEET LIPS HERE HUSSY DAMN THOU TURAD DOST NOT KNOW THY OLD MEASTER AY AY THOU MAYST SMELL TILL CHRISTMAS I'LL BE BOUND TO BE HANGED KNIGHT IF THE CREATURE'S NOSE AND FOUNDER BY THE DAMNED STINKING PERFUMES YOU HAVE GOT AMONG YOU
phonemes: hˈeɪ, swˈiːtlɪps, hˈɪɹ hˈʌsi, dˈiː—ˈɛn ðə tʃˈuːoʊd, dˈɑːst ˈɛnt nˈoʊ ðˌaɪ ˈoʊld mˈiːstɚ? ˈaɪ, ˈaɪ, ðˈaʊ mˈeɪst smˈɛl tˈɪl kɹˈɪsməs, aɪl biː bˈaʊnd təbi hˈæŋd, nˈaɪt, ɪf ðə kɹˈiːtʃɚz nˈoʊz ˈænt fˈaʊndɚd baɪ ðə dˈiː——dˈiː stˈɪŋkɪŋ pˈɜːfjuːmz juː hæv ɡɑːt ɐmˈʌŋ juː."