text_original: "Fair damsel," said Sir Lancelot, "I cannot do the thing that you ask." At these words she fell down in a swoon, and her maids bore her to her chamber, where she made bitter sorrow.
text_transcription: FAIR DAMSEL SAID SIR LAUNCELOT I CANNOT DO THE THING THAT YOU ASK AT THESE WORDS SHE FELL DOWN IN A SWOON AND HER MAIDS BORE HER TO HER CHAMBER WHERE SHE MADE BITTER SORROW
phonemes: "fˈɛɹ dˈæmsəl," sˈɛd sˌɜː lˈænsɪlˌɑːt, "aɪ kænˈɑːt dˈuː ðə θˈɪŋ ðæt juː ˈæsk." æt ðiːz wˈɜːdz ʃiː fˈɛl dˌaʊn ɪn ɐ swˈuːn, ænd hɜː mˈeɪdz bˈɔːɹ hɜː tə hɜː tʃˈeɪmbɚ, wˌɛɹ ʃiː mˌeɪd bˈɪɾɚ sˈɑːɹoʊ.