text_original: "Z—ds!", cried one of the servants, "sure my lord's Sorrel is not resty!" With these words he bestowed a lash on his buttocks, and Sorrel, disdaining the rein sprang forward with the captain at a pace that would have soon brought him up with the robber, had not the girtle (happily for him) given way, by which means he landed in the dirt; and two of his attendants continued their pursuit, without minding his situation.
text_transcription: ZOUNDS CRIED ONE OF THE SERVANTS SURE MY LORD'S SOREL IS NOT RESTY WITH THESE WORDS HE BESTOWED A LASH ON HIS BUTTOCKS AND SOREL DISDAINING THE REININ SPRANG FORWARD WITH THE CAPTAIN AT A PACE THAT WOULD HAVE SOON BROUGHT HIM UP WITH THE ROBBER HAD NOT THE GIRDLE HAPPILY FOR HIM GIVEN WAY BY WHICH MEANS HE LANDED IN THE DIRT AND TWO OF HIS ATTENDANTS CONTINUED THEIR PURSUIT WITHOUT MINDING HIS SITUATION
phonemes: "zˈiː—dˌiːˈɛs!", kɹˈaɪd wˈʌn ʌvðə sˈɜːvənts, "ʃˈʊɹ maɪ lˈɔːɹdz sˈɔɹəl ɪz nˌɑːt ɹᵻstˈaɪ!" wɪð ðiːz wˈɜːdz hiː bᵻstˈoʊd ɐ lˈæʃ ˌɔn hɪz bˈʌɾəks, ænd sˈɔɹəl, dɪsdˈeɪnɪŋ ðə ɹˈeɪn spɹˈæŋ fˈɔːɹwɚd wɪððə kˈæptɪn æɾə pˈeɪs ðæt wʊdhɐv sˈuːn bɹˈɔːt hˌɪm ˌʌp wɪððə ɹˈɑːbɚ, hæd nˌɑːt ðə ɡˈɜːɾəl (hˈæpɪli fɔːɹ hˌɪm) ɡˈɪvən wˈeɪ, baɪ wˌɪtʃ mˈiːnz hiː lˈændᵻd ɪnðə dˈɜːt; ænd tˈuː ʌv hɪz ɐtˈɛndənts kəntˈɪnjuːd ðɛɹ pɚsˈuːt, wɪðˌaʊt mˈaɪndɪŋ hɪz sˌɪtʃuːˈeɪʃən.