text_original: Troth, I could pity you; but this is it, You find, to be the fashionable wit; These are the slaves whom reputation chains, Whose maintenance requires no help from brains.
text_transcription: TROTH I COULD PITY YOU BUT THIS IS IT YOU FIND TO BE THE FASHIONABLE WIT THESE ARE THE SLAVES WHOM REPUTATION CHAINS WHOSE MAINTENANCE REQUIRES NO HELP FROM BRAINS
phonemes: tɹˈɑːθ, aɪ kʊd pˈɪɾi juː; bˌʌt ðɪs ɪz ɪt, juː fˈaɪnd, təbi ðə fˈæʃənəbəl wˈɪt; ðiːz ɑːɹ ðə slˈeɪvz hˈuːm ɹˌɛpjuːtˈeɪʃən tʃˈeɪnz, hˌuːz mˈeɪntənəns ɹᵻkwˈaɪɚz nˈoʊ hˈɛlp fɹʌm bɹˈeɪnz.