text_original: But now, since the Drapier has heartily maul'd him, I think the best thing we can do is to scald him; For which operation there's nothing more proper Than the liquor he deals in, his own melted copper; Unless, like the Dutch, you rather would boil This coiner of raps[2] in a caldron of oil. Then choose which you please, and let each bring a fagot, For our fear's at an end with the death of the maggot.
text_transcription: BUT NOW SINCE THE DRAPER HAS HEARTILY MULLED HIM I THINK THE BEST THING WE CAN DO IS TO SCALD HIM FOR WHICH OPERATION THERE'S NOTHING MORE PROPER THAN THE LIQUOR HE DEALS IN HIS OWN MELTED COPPER UNLESS LIKE THE DUTCH YOU RATHER WOULD BOIL THIS COINER OF WRAPS IN A CAULDRON OF OIL THEN CHOOSE WHICH YOU PLEASE AND LET EACH BRING A FAGGOT FOR OUR FEAR'S AT AN END WITH THE DEATH OF THE MAGGOT
phonemes: bˌʌt nˈaʊ, sˈɪns ðə dɹˈeɪpiɚ hɐz hˈɑːɹɾili mˈɔːld hˌɪm, aɪ θˈɪŋk ðə bˈɛst θˈɪŋ wiː kæn dˈuː ɪz tə skˈɑːld hˌɪm; fɔːɹ wˌɪtʃ ˌɑːpɚɹˈeɪʃən ðɛɹz nˈʌθɪŋ mˈɔːɹ pɹˈɑːpɚ ðɐn ðə lˈɪkɚ hiː dˈiːlz ˈɪn, hɪz ˈoʊn mˈɛltᵻd kˈɑːpɚ; ʌnlˈɛs, lˈaɪk ðə dˈʌtʃ, juː ɹˈæðɚ wʊd bˈɔɪl ðɪs kˈɔɪnɚɹ ʌv ɹˈæps[tˈuː] ɪn ɐ kˈɔldɹən ʌv ˈɔɪl. ðˈɛn tʃˈuːz wˌɪtʃ juː plˈiːz, ænd lˈɛt ˈiːtʃ bɹˈɪŋ ɐ fˈæɡət, fɔːɹ ˌaʊɚ fˈɪɹz æɾ ɐn ˈɛnd wɪððə dˈɛθ ʌvðə mˈæɡət.