text_original: Our joy is boundless as our wo threatened to be. Paris, by her own pike and musket, and the valour of her own heart, has conquered the very wargods,—to the satisfaction now of Majesty itself.
text_transcription: OUR JOY IS BOUNDLESS AS OUR WOE THREATENED TO BE PARIS BY HER OWN PIKE AND MUSKET AND THE VALOUR OF HER OWN HEART HAS CONQUERED THE VERY WAR GODS TO THE SATISFACTION NOW OF MAJESTY ITSELF
phonemes: ˌaʊɚ dʒˈɔɪ ɪz bˈaʊndləs æz ˌaʊɚ wˈoʊ θɹˈɛʔn̩d tə bˈiː. pˈæɹɪs, baɪ hɜːɹ ˈoʊn pˈaɪk ænd mˈʌskɪt, ænd ðə vˈælɚɹ ʌv hɜːɹ ˈoʊn hˈɑːɹt, hɐz kˈɑːŋkɚd ðə vˈɛɹi wˈɔːɹɡɑːdz,—tə ðə sˌæɾɪsfˈækʃən nˈaʊ ʌv mˈædʒᵻsti ɪtsˈɛlf.