text_original: At these words, the chevalier in green started up in a great passion, and laying his hand on the hilt of his hanger, exclaimed, "Ah! foutre!" The Englishman on the other hand, grasping his cane cried, "Don't foutre me, sirrah, or by G—d I'll knock you down."
text_transcription: AT THESE WORDS THE CHEVALIER IN GREEN STARTED UP IN A GREAT PASSION AND LAYING HIS HAND ON THE HILT OF HIS HANGER EXCLAIMED AH PHOETRE THE ENGLISHMAN ON THE OTHER HAND GRASPING HIS CANE CRIED DON'T PHOT FOR ME SIRRAH OR BY GOD I'LL KNOCK YOU DOWN
phonemes: æt ðiːz wˈɜːdz, ðə ʃˌɛvɐlˈɪɹ ɪn ɡɹˈiːn stˈɑːɹɾᵻd ˌʌp ɪn ɐ ɡɹˈeɪt pˈæʃən, ænd lˈeɪɪŋ hɪz hˈænd ɔnðə hˈɪlt ʌv hɪz hˈæŋɚ, ɛksklˈeɪmd, "ˈɑː! fˈaʊɾɚ!" ðɪ ˈɪŋɡlɪʃmən ɔnðɪ ˈʌðɚ hˈænd, ɡɹˈæspɪŋ hɪz kˈeɪn kɹˈaɪd, "dˈoʊnt fˈaʊɾɚ mˌiː, sˈɜːɹə, ɔːɹ baɪ dʒˈiː—dˈiː aɪl nˈɑːk juː dˈaʊn."