text_original: Gestas sprang to his feet with a great oath, and half drew his knife. "Thou knowest too much by half," he cried; "I am minded to send thee where thou mayest prate of this to the shades."
text_transcription: GUESTUS SPRANG TO HIS FEET WITH A GREAT OATH AND HALF DREW HIS KNIFE THOU KNOWEST TOO MUCH BY HALF HE CRIED I AM MINDED TO SEND THEE WHERE THOU MAYEST PRAT OF THIS TO THE SHADES
phonemes: dʒˈɛstəz spɹˈæŋ tə hɪz fˈiːt wɪð ɐ ɡɹˈeɪt ˈoʊθ, ænd hˈæf dɹˈuː hɪz nˈaɪf. "ðˈaʊ nˈoʊɪst tˈuː mʌtʃ baɪ hˈæf," hiː kɹˈaɪd; "aɪɐm mˈaɪndᵻd tə sˈɛnd ðiː wˌɛɹ ðˈaʊ mˈeɪɪst pɹˈeɪt ʌv ðɪs tə ðə ʃˈeɪdz."