text_original: Then marching off with swiftest race To write dispatches for his grace, The revel master left the room, And us condemn'd to fatal doom.
text_transcription: THEN MARCHING OFF WITH SWIFTEST RACE TO WRITE DISPATCHES FOR HIS GRACE THE REVEL MASTER LEFT THE ROOM AND US CONDEMNED TO FATAL DOOM
phonemes: ðˈɛn mˈɑːɹtʃɪŋ ˈɔf wɪð swˈɪftɪst ɹˈeɪs tə ɹˈaɪt dɪspˈætʃᵻz fɔːɹ hɪz ɡɹˈeɪs, ðə ɹˈɛvəl mˈæstɚ lˈɛft ðə ɹˈuːm, ænd ˌʌs kəndˈɛmd tə fˈeɪɾəl dˈuːm.