text_original: cried Sir Peter, "The King!" But Mr. Brooke Hoskyn was not to be put off with so curt a toast. Planting his feet firmly together, and throwing his chest out, he boomed in a formal and stately manner, "His Most Gracious Majesty, King George the Third, God bless him!"
text_transcription: CRIED SIR PETER THE KING BUT MISTER BROKOKIN WAS NOT TO BE PUT OFF WITH SO CURT A TOAST PLANTING HIS FEET FIRMLY TOGETHER AND THROWING HIS CHEST OUT HE BOOMED IN A FORMAL AND STATELY MANNER HIS MOST GRACIOUS MAJESTY KING GEORGE THE THIRD GOD BLESS HIM
phonemes: kɹˈaɪd sˌɜː pˈiːɾɚ, "ðə kˈɪŋ!" bˌʌt mˈɪstɚ. bɹˈʊk hˈɑːskɪn wʌz nˌɑːt təbi pˌʊt ˈɔf wɪð sˌoʊ kˈɜːt ɐ tˈoʊst. plˈæntɪŋ hɪz fˈiːt fˈɜːmli təɡˈɛðɚ, ænd θɹˈoʊɪŋ hɪz tʃˈɛst ˈaʊt, hiː bˈuːmd ɪn ɐ fˈɔːɹməl ænd stˈeɪtli mˈænɚ, "hɪz mˈoʊst ɡɹˈeɪʃəs mˈædʒᵻsti, kˈɪŋ dʒˈɔːɹdʒ ðə θˈɜːd, ɡˈɑːd blˈɛs hˌɪm!"