text_original: And now, whereby I find you would fain make an excuse, Because my master, one day, in anger, call'd you a goose: Which, and I am sure I have been his servant four years since October, And he never call'd me worse than sweet heart, drunk or sober: Not that I know his reverence was ever concern'd to my knowledge, Though you and your come rogues keep him out so late in your wicked college.
text_transcription: AND NOW WHEREBY I FIND YOU WOULD FAIN MAKE AN EXCUSE BECAUSE MY MASTER ONE DAY IN ANGER CALLED YOU A GOOSE WHICH AND I AM SURE I HAVE BEEN HIS SERVANT FOUR YEARS SINCE OCTOBER AND HE NEVER CALLED ME WORSE THAN SWEETHEART DRUNK OR SOBER NOT THAT I KNOW HIS REVERENCE WAS EVER CONCERNED TO MY KNOWLEDGE THOUGH YOU AND YOUR COMRABS KEEP HIM OUT SO LATE IN YOUR WICKED COLLEGE
phonemes: ænd nˈaʊ, wˈɛɹbaɪ aɪ fˈaɪnd juː wʊd fˈeɪn mˌeɪk ɐn ɛkskjˈuːs, bɪkˈʌz maɪ mˈæstɚ, wˈʌn dˈeɪ, ɪn ˈæŋɡɚ, kˈɔːld juː ɐ ɡˈuːs: wˈɪtʃ, ænd aɪɐm ʃˈʊɹ aɪ hɐvbɪn hɪz sˈɜːvənt fˈɔːɹ jˈɪɹz sˈɪns ɑːktˈoʊbɚ, ænd hiː nˈɛvɚ kˈɔːld mˌiː wˈɜːs ðɐn swˈiːt hˈɑːɹt, dɹˈʌŋk ɔːɹ sˈoʊbɚ: nˌɑːt ðæt aɪ nˈoʊ hɪz ɹˈɛvɚɹəns wʌz ˈɛvɚ kənsˈɜːnd tə maɪ nˈɑːlɪdʒ, ðˌoʊ juː ænd jʊɹ kˈʌm ɹˈoʊɡz kˈiːp hˌɪm ˈaʊt sˌoʊ lˈeɪt ɪn jʊɹ wˈɪkᵻd kˈɑːlɪdʒ.