text_original: " Now ye minions of a traitor if you look for ven  geance, come ! " And his voice was like a trumpet when it clangs a victor home. THE DEFENCE OF THE BRIDE. y But a cry from far below him rose like thunder up  ward, " Nay ! Let them turn and meet the husband if they hunger for the fray
text_transcription: NOW YE MINIONS OF A TRAITOR IF YOU LOOK FOR VENGEANCE COME AND HIS VOICE WAS LIKE A TRUMPET WHEN IT CLANGS A VICTOR HOME BUT A CRY FROM FAR BELOW HIM ROSE LIKE THUNDER UPWARD NAY LET THEM TURN AND MEET THE HUSBAND IF THEY HUNGER FOR THE FRAY
phonemes: " nˈaʊ jiː mˈɪnɪənz əvə tɹˈeɪɾɚ ɪf juː lˈʊk fɔːɹ vˈɛn dʒˈiːns, kˈʌm ! " ænd hɪz vˈɔɪs wʌz lˈaɪk ɐ tɹˈʌmpɪt wɛn ɪt klˈæŋz ɐ vˈɪktɚ hˈoʊm. ðə dᵻfˈɛns ʌvðə bɹˈaɪd. wˈaɪ bˌʌt ɐ kɹˈaɪ fɹʌm fˈɑːɹ bᵻlˌoʊ hˌɪm ɹˈoʊz lˈaɪk θˈʌndɚɹ ˌʌp wˈɔːɹd, " nˈeɪ ! lˈɛt ðˌɛm tˈɜːn ænd mˈiːt ðə hˈʌsbənd ɪf ðeɪ hˈʌŋɡɚ fɚðə fɹˈeɪ