text_original: But what makes you frown, you gentlemen above? We guess'd long since you all desired to move: But that's in vain, for we'll not let a man stir, Who does not take up Plautus first, and conster,[1] Him we'll dismiss, that understands the play; He who does not, i'faith, he's like to stay.
text_transcription: BUT WHAT MAKES YOU FROWN YOU GENTLEMEN ABOVE WE GUESSED LONG SINCE YOU ALL DESIRE TO MOVE BUT THAT'S IN VAIN FOR WILL NOT LET A MONSTER WHO DOES NOT TAKE UP PLATTA'S FIRST ENCONSTER HIM WILL DISMISS THAT UNDERSTANDS THE PLAY HE WHO DOES NOT I FAITH HE'S LIKE TO STAY
phonemes: bˌʌt wʌt mˌeɪks juː fɹˈaʊn, juː dʒˈɛntəlmən əbˈʌv? wiː ɡˈɛsd lˈɔŋ sˈɪns juː ˈɔːl dɪzˈaɪɚd tə mˈuːv: bˌʌt ðæts ɪn vˈeɪn, fɔːɹ wiːl nˌɑːt lˈɛt ɐ mˈæn stˈɜː, hˌuː dʌznˌɑːt tˈeɪk ˌʌp plˈɔːɾəs fˈɜːst, ænd kənstˈɜː,[wˈʌn] hˌɪm wiːl dɪsmˈɪs, ðæt ˌʌndɚstˈændz ðə plˈeɪ; hiː hˌuː dʌznˈɑːt, aɪfˈeɪθ, hiːz lˈaɪk tə stˈeɪ.