text_original: In the meantime, loss of blood, vexation, and want of food, contributed, with the noisome stench of the place, to throw me into a swoon, out of which I was recovered by a tweak of the nose, administered by the tar who stood sentinel over us, who at the same time regaled me with a draught of flip, and comforted me with the hopes of being put on board of the Thunder next day, where I should be freed of my handcuffs, and cured of my wounds by the doctor.
text_transcription: IN THE MEANTIME LOSS OF BLOOD VEXATION AND WANT OF FOOD CONTRIBUTED WITH THE NOISOME STENCH OF THE PLACE TO THROW ME INTO A SWOON OUT OF WHICH I WAS RECOVERED BY A TWIG OF THE NOSE ADMINISTERED BY THE TAR WHO STOOD SENTINEL OVER US WHO AT THE SAME TIME REGALED ME WITH A DRAUGHT OF FLIP AND COMFORTED ME WITH THE HOPES OF BEING PUT ON BOARD OF THE THUNDER NEXT DAY WHERE I SHOULD BE FREED OF MY HANDCUFFS AND CURED OF MY WOUNDS BY THE DOCTOR
phonemes: ɪnðə mˈiːntaɪm, lˈɔs ʌv blˈʌd, vɛksˈeɪʃən, ænd wˈɔnt ʌv fˈuːd, kəntɹˈɪbjuːɾᵻd, wɪððə nˈɔɪsʌm stˈɛntʃ ʌvðə plˈeɪs, tə θɹˈoʊ mˌiː ˌɪntʊ ɐ swˈuːn, ˌaʊɾəv wˌɪtʃ aɪ wʌz ɹᵻkˈʌvɚd baɪ ɐ twˈiːk ʌvðə nˈoʊz, ɐdmˈɪnɪstɚd baɪ ðə tˈɑːɹ hˌuː stˈʊd sˈɛntɪnəl ˈoʊvɚɹ ˌʌs, hˌuː æt ðə sˈeɪm tˈaɪm ɹᵻɡˈeɪld mˌiː wɪð ɐ dɹˈæft ʌv flˈɪp, ænd kˈʌmfɚɾᵻd mˌiː wɪððə hˈoʊps ʌv bˌiːɪŋ pˌʊt ˌɔn bˈɔːɹd ʌvðə θˈʌndɚ nˈɛkst dˈeɪ, wˌɛɹ aɪ ʃˌʊd biː fɹˈiːd ʌv maɪ hˈændkʌfs, ænd kjˈʊɹd ʌv maɪ wˈuːndz baɪ ðə dˈɑːktɚ.