text_original: But come, put on your arms of war that with all speed we may bring the car of Ares and our own together and fight; for he shall not frighten the dauntless son of Zeus, nor yet the son of Iphiclus: rather, I think he will flee before the two sons of blameless Alcides who are near him and eager to raise the war cry for battle; for this they love better than a feast.' (ll. 115 117) So he said.
text_transcription: BUT COME PUT ON YOUR ARMS OF WAR THAT WITH ALL SPEED WE MAY BRING THE CAR OF ARIES AND OUR OWN TOGETHER AND FIGHT FOR HE SHALL NOT FRIGHTEN THE DAUNTLESS SON OF ZEUS NOR YET THE SON OF IPHACUS RATHER I THINK HE WILL FLEE BEFORE THE TWO SONS OF BLAMELESS ALCADES WHO ARE NEAR HIM AND EAGER TO RAISE THE WAR CRY FOR BATTLE FOR THIS THEY LOVE BETTER THAN A FEAST SO HE SAID
phonemes: bˌʌt kˈʌm, pˌʊt ˌɔn jʊɹ ˈɑːɹmz ʌv wˈɔːɹ ðæt wɪð ˈɔːl spˈiːd wiː mˈeɪ bɹˈɪŋ ðə kˈɑːɹ ʌv ˈɛɹiːz ænd ˌaʊɚɹ ˈoʊn təɡˌɛðɚ ænd fˈaɪt; fɔːɹ hiː ʃˌæl nˌɑːt fɹˈaɪʔn̩ ðə dˈɔːntləs sˈʌn ʌv zˈuːs, nˈɔːɹ jˈɛt ðə sˈʌn ʌv ˈɪfɪkləs: ɹˈæðɚ, aɪ θˈɪŋk hiː wɪl flˈiː bᵻfˌɔːɹ ðə tˈuː sˈʌnz ʌv blˈeɪmləs ˈælsaɪdz hˌuː ɑːɹ nˌɪɹ hˌɪm ænd ˈiːɡɚ tə ɹˈeɪz ðə wˈɔːɹ kɹˈaɪ fɔːɹ bˈæɾəl; fɔːɹ ðɪs ðeɪ lˈʌv bˈɛɾɚ ðˌænə fˈiːst. (ˌɛlˈɛl. wˈʌnhˈʌndɹɪd fˈɪftiːn wˈʌnhˈʌndɹɪd sˈɛvəntˌiːn) sˌoʊ hiː sˈɛd.