text_original: "Fifty!" quoth I, "a devilish sum; But stay till the brass farthings come, Then we shall all be rich as Jews, From Castle down to lowest stews; That sum shall to you then be told, Though now we cannot furnish gold."
text_transcription: FIFTY QUOTH I A DEVILISH SUM BUT STAY TILL THEE BRASS FARTHINGS COME THEN WE SHALL ALL BE RICH AS JEWS FROM CASTLE DOWN TO LOWEST STEWS THAT SOME SHALL TO YOU THEN BE TOLD THOUGH NOW WE CANNOT FURNISH GOLD
phonemes: "fˈɪfti!" kwˈoʊθ ˈaɪ, "ɐ dˈɛvɪlɪʃ sˈʌm; bˌʌt stˈeɪ tˈɪl ðə bɹˈæs fˈɑːɹθɪŋz kˈʌm, ðˈɛn wiːʃˌɐl ˈɔːl biː ɹˈɪtʃ æz dʒˈuːz, fɹʌm kˈæsəl dˌaʊn tə lˈoʊɪst stˈuːz; ðæt sˈʌm ʃˌæl tə juː ðˈɛn biː tˈoʊld, ðˌoʊ nˈaʊ wiː kænˈɑːt fˈɜːnɪʃ ɡˈoʊld."