text_original: Dear companions, hug and kiss, Toast Old Glorious in your piss; Tie them, keeper, in a tether, Let them starve and stink together; Both are apt to be unruly, Lash them daily, lash them duly; Though 'tis hopeless to reclaim them, Scorpion's rods, perhaps, may tame them. Keeper, yon old dotard smoke, Sweetly snoring in his cloak: Who is he?
text_transcription: DEAR COMPANIONS HUG AND KISS TOAST OLD GLORIOUS IN YOUR PISS TIE THEM KEEPER IN A TETHER LET THEM STARVE AND STINK TOGETHER BOTH ARE APT TO BE UNRULY LASH THEM DAILY LASH THEM DULY THOUGH TIS HOPELESS TO RECLAIM THEM SCORPIONS RODS PERHAPS MAY TAME THEM KEEPER YON OLD DOTARD SMOKE SWEETLY SNORING IN HIS CLOAK WHO IS HE
phonemes: dˈɪɹ kəmpˈæniənz, hˈʌɡ ænd kˈɪs, tˈoʊst ˈoʊld ɡlˈɔːɹiəs ɪn jʊɹ pˈɪs; tˈaɪ ðˌɛm, kˈiːpɚ, ɪn ɐ tˈɛðɚ, lˈɛt ðˌɛm stˈɑːɹv ænd stˈɪŋk təɡˈɛðɚ; bˈoʊθ ɑːɹ ˈæpt təbi ʌnɹˈuːli, lˈæʃ ðˌɛm dˈeɪli, lˈæʃ ðˌɛm djˈuːli; ðˌoʊ tˈɪz hˈoʊpləs tə ɹᵻklˈeɪm ðˌɛm, skˈɔːɹpiənz ɹˈɑːdz, pɚhˈæps, mˈeɪ tˈeɪm ðˌɛm. kˈiːpɚ, jˈɑːn ˈoʊld dˈɑːɾɑːɹd smˈoʊk, swˈiːtli snˈɔːɹɪŋ ɪn hɪz klˈoʊk: hˈuː ɪz hiː?