text_original: "Fair Lords," said Sir Lancelot, "if I have deserved thanks, I have paid for them sorely, for I shall hardly escape with my life, therefore I pray you let me depart, for my hurt is grievous." Then he groaned piteously, and galloped from them to a wood's side, followed by Sir Lavaine. "Oh help me, Sir Lavaine," said he, "to get this spear's head out of my side, for it is killing me."
text_transcription: FAIR LORDS SAID SIR LAUNCELOT IF I HAVE DESERVED THANKS I HAVE PAID FOR THEM SORELY FOR I SHALL HARDLY ESCAPE WITH MY LIFE THEREFORE I PRAY YOU LET ME DEPART FOR MY HURT IS GRIEVOUS THEN HE GROANED PITEOUSLY AND GALLOPED FROM THEM TO A WOOD SIDE FOLLOWED BY SIR LAVAIN OH HELP ME SIR LAVAINE SAID HE TO GET THIS SPEAR'S HEAD OUT OF MY SIDE FOR IT IS KILLING ME
phonemes: "fˈɛɹ lˈɔːɹdz," sˈɛd sˌɜː lˈænsɪlˌɑːt, "ɪf aɪ hæv dɪzˈɜːvd θˈæŋks, aɪ hæv pˈeɪd fɔːɹ ðˌɛm sˈɔːɹli, fɔːɹ aɪʃˌɐl hˈɑːɹdli ɛskˈeɪp wɪð maɪ lˈaɪf, ðˈɛɹfɔːɹ aɪ pɹˈeɪ juː lˈɛt mˌiː dᵻpˈɑːɹt, fɔːɹ maɪ hˈɜːt ɪz ɡɹˈiːvəs." ðˈɛn hiː ɡɹˈoʊnd pˈɪɾiəsli, ænd ɡˈæləpd fɹʌm ðˌɛm tʊ ɐ wˈʊdz sˈaɪd, fˈɑːloʊd baɪ sˌɜː lˈæveɪn. "ˈoʊ hˈɛlp mˌiː, sˌɜː lˈæveɪn," sˈɛd hiː, "tə ɡɛt ðɪs spˈɪɹz hˈɛd ˌaʊɾəv maɪ sˈaɪd, fɔːɹ ɪɾ ɪz kˈɪlɪŋ mˌiː."