text_original: Thus ended the knight; thus began his meek wife: "It must, and it shall be a barrack, my life. I'm grown a mere _mopus_; no company comes But a rabble of tenants, and rusty dull rums.[5] With parsons what lady can keep herself clean?
text_transcription: THUS ENDED THE NIGHT THUS BEGAN HIS MEEK WIFE IT MUST AND IT SHALL BE A BARRACK MY LIFE I'M GROWN A MERE MOPUS NO COMPANY COMES BUT A RABBLE OF TENANTS AND RUSTY DULL RUMS WITH PARSONS WHAT LADY CAN KEEP HERSELF CLEAN
phonemes: ðˈʌs ˈɛndᵻd ðə nˈaɪt; ðˈʌs bɪɡˈæn hɪz mˈiːk wˈaɪf: "ɪt mˈʌst, ænd ɪt ʃˌæl biː ɐ bˈɛɹək, maɪ lˈaɪf. aɪm ɡɹˈoʊn ɐ mˈɪɹ mˈoʊpəs; nˈoʊ kˈʌmpəni kˈʌmz bˌʌt ɐ ɹˈæbəl ʌv tˈɛnənts, ænd ɹˈʌsti dˈʌl ɹˈʌmz.[fˈaɪv] wɪð pˈɑːɹsənz wʌt lˈeɪdi kæn kˈiːp hɜːsˈɛlf klˈiːn?