text_original: _Pudet haec opprobria_, I freely must tell ye, _Et dici potuisse, et non potuisse refelli._ Though Delany advised you to plague me no longer, You reply and rejoin like Hoadly of Bangor[2]; I must now, at one sitting, pay off my old score; How many to answer? One, two, three, or four, But, because the three former are long ago past, I shall, for method sake, begin with the last. You treat me like a boy that knocks down his foe, Who, ere t'other gets up, demands the rising blow.
text_transcription: PUDEIC OPPROBRIA I FREELY MUST TELL YE AT DICKI PUTRIS ET NON PUTIS RAVELLI THOUGH DELANEY ADVISED YOU TO PLAGUE ME NO LONGER YOU REPLY AND REJOIN LIKE HOLY OF BANGOR I MUST NOW AT ONCE SITTING PAY OFF MY OLD SCORE HOW MANY TO ANSWER ONE TWO THREE OR FOUR BUT BECAUSE THE THREE FORMER ARE LONG AGO PAST I SHALL FOR METHOD'S SAKE BEGIN WITH THE LAST YOU TREAT ME LIKE A BOY THAT KNOCKS DOWN HIS FOE WHO ERE T'OTHER GETS UP DEMANDS THE RISING BLOW
phonemes: pjˈuːdɪt hˈiːk ɑːpɹˈɑːbɹiə, aɪ fɹˈiːli mˈʌst tˈɛl jˈiː, ˈɛt dˈɪsaɪ pˈɑːɾuːˌɪs, ˈɛt nˈɑːn pˈɑːɾuːˌɪs ɹᵻfˈɛli.ðˌoʊ dᵻlˈæni ɐdvˈaɪzd juː tə plˈeɪɡ mˌiː nˌoʊ lˈɑːŋɡɚ, juː ɹᵻplˈaɪ ænd ɹᵻdʒˈɔɪn lˈaɪk hˈoʊdli ʌv bˈæŋɡɚ[tˈuː]; aɪ mˈʌst nˈaʊ, æt wˈʌn sˈɪɾɪŋ, pˈeɪ ˈɔf maɪ ˈoʊld skˈɔːɹ; hˌaʊ mˈɛni tʊ ˈænsɚ? wˌʌn, tˈuː, θɹˈiː, ɔːɹ fˈɔːɹ, bˌʌt, bɪkˈʌz ðə θɹˈiː fˈɔːɹmɚɹ ɑːɹ lˈɔŋ ɐɡˈoʊ pˈæst, aɪʃˈæl, fɔːɹ mˈɛθəd sˈeɪk, bɪɡˈɪn wɪððə lˈæst. juː tɹˈiːt mˌiː lˈaɪk ɐ bˈɔɪ ðæt nˈɑːks dˌaʊn hɪz fˈoʊ, hˈuː, ˈɛɹ tˈiːˈʌðɚ ɡˈɛts ˈʌp, dᵻmˈændz ðə ɹˈaɪzɪŋ blˈoʊ.