text_original: "Die!" replied the hero: "No, by G—! I know better things than to incur the verdict of a Middlesex jury—I should look upon my fencing master to be an ignorant son of a b—h, if he had not taught me to prick any of my antagonist's body that I please to disable."
text_transcription: DIE REPLIED THE HERO NO BY GOD I KNOW BETTER THINGS THAN TO INCUR THE VERDICT OF A MIDDLESEX JURY I SHOULD LOOK UPON MY FENCING MASTER TO BE AN IGNORANT SON OF A BITCH IF HE HAD NOT TAUGHT ME TO PRICK ANY OF MY ANTAGONIST'S BODY THAT I PLEASED A DISABLE
phonemes: "dˈaɪ!" ɹᵻplˈaɪd ðə hˈiəɹoʊ: "nˈoʊ, baɪ dʒˈiː—! aɪ nˈoʊ bˈɛɾɚ θˈɪŋz ðɐn tʊ ɪŋkˈɜː ðə vˈɜːdɪkt əvə mˈɪdəlsˌɛks dʒˈʊɹɹi—aɪ ʃˌʊd lˈʊk əpˌɑːn maɪ fˈɛnsɪŋ mˈæstɚ təbi ɐn ˈɪɡnɚɹənt sˈʌn əvə bˈiː—ˈeɪtʃ, ɪf hiː hæd nˌɑːt tˈɔːt mˌiː tə pɹˈɪk ˌɛni ʌv maɪ æntˈæɡənˌɪsts bˈɑːdi ðæt aɪ plˈiːz tə dˌɪsˈeɪbəl."