text_original: "You are a lying miscreant!" cried Medlar, in an ecstacy of rage; "I can always command money enough to pay your tailor's bill, which I am sure is no trifle; and I have a good mind to give you a convincing proof of my circumstances, by prosecuting you for defamation, sirrah."
text_transcription: YOU ARE LYING MISCREANT CRIED NED LAW IN AN ECSTASY OF RAGE I CAN ALWAYS COMMAND MONEY ENOUGH TO PAY YOUR TAILOR'S BILL WHICH I AM SURE IS NO TRIFLE AND I'VE A GOOD MIND TO GIVE YOU A CONVINCING PROOF OF MY CIRCUMSTANCES BY PROSECUTING YOU FOR DEFAMATION SARAH
phonemes: "juː ɑːɹ ɐ lˈaɪɪŋ mˈɪskɹiənt!" kɹˈaɪd mˈɛdlɚ, ɪn ɐn ˈɛkstəsi ʌv ɹˈeɪdʒ; "aɪ kæn ˈɔːlweɪz kəmˈænd mˈʌni ɪnˈʌf tə pˈeɪ jʊɹ tˈeɪlɚz bˈɪl, wˌɪtʃ aɪɐm ʃˈʊɹ ɪz nˈoʊ tɹˈaɪfəl; ænd aɪ hæv ɐ ɡˈʊd mˈaɪnd tə ɡˈɪv juː ɐ kənvˈɪnsɪŋ pɹˈuːf ʌv maɪ sˈɜːkəmstˌænsᵻz, baɪ pɹˈɑːsɪkjˌuːɾɪŋ juː fɔːɹ dᵻfɐmˈeɪʃən, sˈɜːɹə."