text_original: "Fair cousin," answered Sir Lancelot, "such words please me not at all, for it is the fault of my pride which would overcome you all, that I lie here to day. We will not speak of it any more, for what is done cannot be undone, but let us find a cure so that I may soon be whole."
text_transcription: FAIR COUSIN ANSWERED SIR LAUNCELOT SUCH WORDS PLEASE ME NOT AT ALL FOR IT IS THE FAULT OF MY PRIDE WHICH WOULD OVERCOME YOU ALL THAT I LIE HERE TO DAY WE WILL NOT SPEAK OF IT ANY MORE FOR WHAT IS DONE CANNOT BE UNDONE BUT LET US FIND A CURE SO THAT I MAY SOON BE WHOLE
phonemes: "fˈɛɹ kˈʌzən," ˈænsɚd sˌɜː lˈænsɪlˌɑːt, "sˈʌtʃ wˈɜːdz plˈiːz mˌiː nˌɑːt æɾ ˈɔːl, fɔːɹ ɪɾ ɪz ðə fˈɔlt ʌv maɪ pɹˈaɪd wˌɪtʃ wʊd ˌoʊvɚkˈʌm juː ˈɔːl, ðæt aɪ lˈaɪ hˈɪɹ tə dˈeɪ. wiː wɪl nˌɑːt spˈiːk ʌv ɪɾ ˌɛni mˈɔːɹ, fɔːɹ wʌt ɪz dˈʌn kænˈɑːt biː ʌndˈʌn, bˌʌt lˈɛt ˌʌs fˈaɪnd ɐ kjˈʊɹ sˌoʊ ðæt aɪ mˈeɪ sˈuːn biː hˈoʊl."