text_original: The Bolognian, mistaking him for a Tuscan, "Sir," said he, "I presume you are from Florence. I hope the illustrious house of Lorrain leaves you gentlemen of that famous city no room to regret the loss of your own princes."
text_transcription: THE BOLOGNIAN MISTAKING HIM FOR A TUSCAN SIR SAID HE I PRESUME YOU ARE FROM FLORENCE I HOPE THE ILLUSTRIOUS HOUSE OF LORRAINE LEAVES YOU GENTLEMEN OF THAT FAMOUS CITY NO ROOM TO REGRET THE LOSS OF YOUR OWN PRINCES
phonemes: ðə bəlˈɑːɡniən, mɪstˈeɪkɪŋ hˌɪm fɚɹə tˈʌskən, "sˌɜː," sˈɛd hiː, "aɪ pɹɪzˈuːm juː ɑːɹ fɹʌm flˈɔːɹəns. aɪ hˈoʊp ðɪ ɪlˈʌstɹiəs hˈaʊs ʌv lˈɔɹeɪn lˈiːvz juː dʒˈɛntəlmən ʌv ðæt fˈeɪməs sˈɪɾi nˈoʊ ɹˈuːm tə ɹᵻɡɹˈɛt ðə lˈɔs ʌv jʊɹ ˈoʊn pɹˈɪnsᵻz."