text_original: The bleeding trunk lies on the steps there; the head is off through the streets; ghastly, aloft on a pike. Rigorous de Launay has died; crying out, 'O friends, kill me fast!' Merciful de Losme must die; though Gratitude embraces him, in this fearful hour, and will die for him; it avails not. Brothers, your wrath is cruel!
text_transcription: THE BLEEDING TRUNK LIES ON THE STEPS THERE THE HEAD IS OFF THROUGH THE STREETS GHASTLY ALOFT ON A PIKE RIGOROUS DELONI HAS DIED CRYING OUT O FRIENDS KILL ME FAST MERCIFUL DELOSMEN MUST DIE THROUGH GRATITUDE EMBRACES HIM IN THIS FEARFUL HOUR AND WILL DIE FOR HIM IT AVAILS NOT BROTHERS YOUR WRATH IS CRUEL
phonemes: ðə blˈiːdɪŋ tɹˈʌŋk lˈaɪz ɔnðə stˈɛps ðˈɛɹ; ðə hˈɛd ɪz ˈɔf θɹuː ðə stɹˈiːts; ɡˈæstli, ɐlˈɔft ˌɔn ɐ pˈaɪk. ɹˈɪɡɚɹəs də lˈɔːneɪ hɐz dˈaɪd; kɹˈaɪɪŋ ˈaʊt, ˈoʊ fɹˈɛndz, kˈɪl mˌiː fˈæst!mˈɜːsifəl də lˈɑːzmi mˈʌst dˈaɪ; ðˌoʊ ɡɹˈæɾɪtˌuːd ɛmbɹˈeɪsᵻz hˌɪm, ɪn ðɪs fˈɪɹfəl ˈaʊɚ, ænd wɪl dˈaɪ fɔːɹ hˌɪm; ɪɾ ɐvˈeɪlz nˈɑːt. bɹˈʌðɚz, jʊɹ ɹˈæθ ɪz kɹˈuːəl!