text_original: While he rubbed the ingredients in a glass mortar, he inquired of me, whether or no his wife went out alone; and no sooner heard that she was in company with the captain, than with one blow he split the mortar into a thousand pieces, and grinning like the head of a bass viol, exclaimed, "Ah, traitresse!"
text_transcription: WHILE HE RUBBED THE INGREDIENTS IN A GLASS MORTAR HE INQUIRED OF ME WHETHER OR NO HIS WIFE WENT OUT ALONE AND NO SOONER HEARD THAT SHE WAS IN COMPANY WITH THE CAPTAIN THAN WITH ONE BLOW HE SPLIT THE MORTAR INTO A THOUSAND PIECES AND GRINNING LIKE THE HEAD OF A BASE VIAL EXCLAIMED AH TRAITRESS
phonemes: wˌaɪl hiː ɹˈʌbd ðɪ ɪŋɡɹˈiːdiənts ɪn ɐ ɡlˈæs mˈɔːɹɾɚ, hiː ɪŋkwˈaɪɚd ʌv mˌiː, wˈɛðɚɹ ɔːɹ nˈoʊ hɪz wˈaɪf wɛnt ˈaʊt ɐlˈoʊn; ænd nˈoʊ sˈuːnɚ hˈɜːd ðæt ʃiː wʌz ɪn kˈʌmpəni wɪððə kˈæptɪn, ðɐn wɪð wˈʌn blˈoʊ hiː splˈɪt ðə mˈɔːɹɾɚɹ ˌɪntʊ ɐ θˈaʊzənd pˈiːsᵻz, ænd ɡɹˈɪnɪŋ lˈaɪk ðə hˈɛd əvə bˈeɪs vˈaɪəl, ɛksklˈeɪmd, "ˈɑː, tɹˈeɪtɹɛs!"