text_original: Nay here, in this Seine Boat, safe under tarpaulings (had not the nose of Patriotism been of the finest), are "five thousand weight of gunpowder;" not coming _in_, but surreptitiously going out! What meanest thou, Flesselles? 'Tis a ticklish game, that of "amusing" us.
text_transcription: NAY HERE IN THE SIN BOAT SAFE UNDER TARPAULINS HAD NOT THE NOSE OF PATRIOTISM BEEN OF THE FINEST OUR FIVE THOUSAND WEIGHT OF GUNPOWDER NOT COMING IN BUT SURREPTITIOUSLY GOING OUT WHAT MEANST THOU FORSALLE TIS A TICKLISH GAME THAT OF AMUSING US
phonemes: nˈeɪ hˈɪɹ, ɪn ðɪs sˈeɪn bˈoʊt, sˈeɪf ˌʌndɚ tˈɑːɹpɔːlɪŋz (hæd nˌɑːt ðə nˈoʊz ʌv pˈeɪtɹɪətˌɪzəm bˌɪn ʌvðə fˈaɪnɪst), ɑːɹ "fˈaɪv θˈaʊzənd wˈeɪt ʌv ɡˈʌnpaʊdɚ;" nˌɑːt kˈʌmɪŋ ˈɪn, bˌʌt sɚɹɪptˈɪʃəsli ɡˌoʊɪŋ ˈaʊt! wˌʌt mˈiːnɪst ðˈaʊ, flɛsˈɛlz? tˈɪz ɐ tˈɪklɪʃ ɡˈeɪm, ðˈæt ʌv "ɐmjˈuːzɪŋ" ˌʌs.