text_original: And, let but our mother Hibernia contrive To swallow Will Wood, either bruised or alive, She need be no more with the jaundice possest, Or sick of obstructions, and pains in her chest.
text_transcription: AND LET BUT OUR MOTHER HIBURNIA CONTRIVE TO SWALLOW WILL WOOD EITHER BRUISED OR ALIVE SHE NEED BE NO MORE WITH THE JAUNDICE POSSESSED OR SICK OF OBSTRUCTIONS AND PAINS IN HER CHEST
phonemes: ænd, lˈɛt bˌʌt ˌaʊɚ mˈʌðɚ hˈaɪbɚnˌiə kəntɹˈaɪv tə swˈɔloʊ wɪl wˈʊd, ˈiːðɚ bɹˈuːzd ɔːɹ ɐlˈaɪv, ʃiː nˈiːd biː nˈoʊmˌɔːɹ wɪððə dʒˈɔːndɪs pˈɑːsɪst, ɔːɹ sˈɪk ʌv əbstɹˈʌkʃənz, ænd pˈeɪnz ɪn hɜː tʃˈɛst.