text_original: "Come, gentlemen," said he, "you are too modest—I see you are strangers, but you shall give me leave to treat you with a whet this cold raw morning."
text_transcription: COME GENTLEMEN SAID HE YOU ARE TOO MODEST I SEE YOU ARE STRANGERS BUT IF YOU SHALL GIVE ME LEAVE TO TREAT YOU WITH A WET THIS COLD RAW MORNING
phonemes: "kˈʌm, dʒˈɛntəlmən," sˈɛd hiː, "juː ɑːɹ tˈuː mˈɑːdɪst—aɪ sˈiː juː ɑːɹ stɹˈeɪndʒɚz, bˌʌt juː ʃˌæl ɡˈɪv mˌiː lˈiːv tə tɹˈiːt juː wɪð ɐ wˈɛt ðɪs kˈoʊld ɹˈɔː mˈɔːɹnɪŋ."