text_original: But the Dean, if this secret should come to his ears, Will never have done with his gibes and his jeers: For your life, not a word of the matter I charge ye: Give me but a barrack, a fig for the clergy."
text_transcription: BUT THE DEAN IF THIS SECRET SHOULD COME TO HIS EARS WILL NEVER HAVE DONE WITH HIS GIBES AND HIS JEERS FOR YOUR LIFE NOT A WORD OF THE MATTER I CHARGE YE GIVE ME BUT A BARRACK A FIG FOR THE CLERGY
phonemes: bˌʌt ðə dˈiːn, ɪf ðɪs sˈiːkɹᵻt ʃˌʊd kˈʌm tə hɪz ˈɪɹz, wɪl nˈɛvɚ hæv dˈʌn wɪð hɪz dʒˈaɪbz ænd hɪz dʒˈɪɹz: fɔːɹ jʊɹ lˈaɪf, nˌɑːɾə wˈɜːd ʌvðə mˈæɾɚɹ aɪ tʃˈɑːɹdʒ jˈiː: ɡˈɪv mˌiː bˌʌt ɐ bˈɛɹək, ɐ fˈɪɡ fɚðə klˈɜːdʒi."