text_original: The Englishman, seeing such a martial apparatus produced against him, recoiled two or three steps, saying, "Waunds! a believe the people are all bewitched. What, do they take me for a beast of prey? is there nobody here that knows Sir Stentor Stile, or can speak to me in my own lingo?"
text_transcription: THE ENGLISHMAN SEEING SUCH A MARTIAL APPARATUS PRODUCED AGAINST HIM RECOILED TWO OR THREE STEPS SAYING WANDS I BELIEVE THE PEOPLE ARE ALL BEWITCHED WHAT DO THEY TAKE ME FOR BEAST OF PREY IS THERE NOBODY HERE THAT KNOWS SIR STENT OR STYLE OR CAN SPEAK TO ME IN MY OWN LINGO
phonemes: ðɪ ˈɪŋɡlɪʃmən, sˈiːɪŋ sˈʌtʃ ɐ mˈɑːɹʃəl ˌæpɚɹˈæɾəs pɹədˈuːst ɐɡˈɛnst hˌɪm, ɹᵻkˈɔɪld tˈuː ɔːɹ θɹˈiː stˈɛps, sˈeɪɪŋ, "wˈɔːndz! ɐ bᵻlˈiːv ðə pˈiːpəl ɑːɹ ˈɔːl bᵻwˈɪtʃt. wˌʌt, dˈuː ðeɪ tˈeɪk mˌiː fɚɹə bˈiːst ʌv pɹˈeɪ? ɪz ðɛɹ nˈoʊbɑːdi hˈɪɹ ðæt nˈoʊz sˌɜː stˈɛntɔːɹ stˈaɪl, ɔːɹ kæn spˈiːk tə mˌiː ɪn maɪ ˈoʊn lˈɪŋɡoʊ?"