text_original: Boiling with indignation, I discovered to the host my deplorable condition, and inveighed with great bitterness against the treachery of Balthazar; at which he shrugged up his shoulders, and with a peculiar grimace on his countenance, said, he was sorry for my misfortune, but there was no remedy like patience.
text_transcription: BOILING WITH INDIGNATION I DISCOVERED TO THE HOST MY DEPLORABLE CONDITION AND INVEIGHED WITH GREAT BITTERNESS AGAINST THE TREACHERY OF BALTHASSAR AT WHICH HE SHRUGGED UP HIS SHOULDERS AND WITH A PECULIAR GRIMACE ON HIS COUNTENANCE SAID HE WAS SORRY FOR MY MISFORTUNE BUT THERE WAS NO REMEDY LIKE PATIENCE
phonemes: bˈɔɪlɪŋ wɪð ɪndɪɡnˈeɪʃən, aɪ dɪskˈʌvɚd tə ðə hˈoʊst maɪ dᵻplˈɔːɹəbəl kəndˈɪʃən, ænd ɪnvˈeɪd wɪð ɡɹˈeɪt bˈɪtɚnəs ɐɡˈɛnst ðə tɹˈɛtʃɚɹi ʌv bælθˈæzɑːɹ; æt wˌɪtʃ hiː ʃɹˈʌɡd ˌʌp hɪz ʃˈoʊldɚz, ænd wɪð ɐ pɪkjˈuːlɪɹ ɡɹˈɪmɪs ˌɔn hɪz kˈaʊntənəns, sˈɛd, hiː wʌz sˈɑːɹi fɔːɹ maɪ mɪsfˈɔːɹtʃʊn, bˌʌt ðɛɹwˌʌz nˈoʊ ɹˈɛmədi lˈaɪk pˈeɪʃəns.