text_original: Our bishop's predecessor, Magus, Would offer all the sands of Tagus; Or sell his children, house, and lands, For that one gift, to lay on hands: But all his gold could not avail To have the spirit set to sale. Said surly Peter, "Magus, prithee, Be gone: thy money perish with thee."
text_transcription: OUR BISHOP'S PREDECESSOR MAGUS WOULD OFFER ALL THE SANDS OF TAGUS OR SEND HIS CHILDREN HOUSE AND LANDS FOR THAT ONE GIFT TO LAY ON HANDS BUT ALL HIS GOLD COULD NOT AVAIL TO HAVE THE SPIRIT SET TO SAIL SAID SIRLY PETER MAGUS PRITHEE BEGONE THY MONEY PERISH WITH THEE
phonemes: ˌaʊɚ bˈɪʃəps pɹˈɛdᵻsˌɛsɚ, mˈæɡəs, wʊd ˈɔfɚɹ ˈɔːl ðə sˈændz ʌv tˈeɪɡəs; ɔːɹ sˈɛl hɪz tʃˈɪldɹən, hˈaʊs, ænd lˈændz, fɔːɹ ðˈætwˌʌn ɡˈɪft, tə lˈeɪ ˌɔn hˈændz: bˌʌt ˈɔːl hɪz ɡˈoʊld kʊd nˌɑːt ɐvˈeɪl tə hæv ðə spˈɪɹɪt sˈɛt tə sˈeɪl. sˈɛd sˈɜːli pˈiːɾɚ, "mˈæɡəs, pɹˈɪθiː, biː ɡˈɔn: ðˌaɪ mˈʌni pˈɛɹɪʃ wɪð ðˈiː."