text_original: "Blood and wounds!" cried Weazel, "d'ye question the honour of my wife, madam? Hell and d ion! No man in England durst say so much—I would flay him, carbonado him!
text_transcription: BLOOD AND WOUNDS CRIED WEASEL DO YOU QUESTION THE HONOUR OF MY WIFE MADAME HELL AND DAMNATION NO MAN IN ENGLAND DURST SAY SO MUCH I WOULD FLAY HIM CARBONADO HIM
phonemes: "blˈʌd ænd wˈuːndz!" kɹˈaɪd wˈiːzəl, "djə kwˈɛstʃən ðɪ ˈɑːnɚɹ ʌv maɪ wˈaɪf, mˈædəm? hˈɛl ænd dˈiː ˈaɪɑːn! nˈoʊ mˈæn ɪn ˈɪŋɡlənd dˈɜːst sˈeɪ sˈoʊ mˌʌtʃ—aɪ wʊd flˈeɪ hˌɪm, kˌɑːɹbənˈeɪdoʊ hˌɪm!