text_original: Lord Westhaven, you know, is coming; and you have promised that he shall not kill _me_. I may however die; and I rather believe I shall; for since this last sight I am strangely ill. You and Emmeline will take care of my poor boy, will ye not?
text_transcription: LORD WESTHAVEN YOU KNOW IS COMING AND YOU HAVE PROMISED THAT HE SHALL NOT KILL ME I MAY HOWEVER DIE AND I RATHER BELIEVE I SHALL FOR SINCE THIS LAST SIGHT I AM STRANGELY ILL YOU AND EMMELINE WILL TAKE CARE OF MY POOR BOY WILL YOU NOT
phonemes: lˈɔːɹd wˈɛsθeɪvən, juː nˈoʊ, ɪz kˈʌmɪŋ; ænd juː hæv pɹˈɑːmɪst ðæt hiː ʃˌæl nˌɑːt kˈɪl mˌiː. aɪ mˈeɪ haʊˈɛvɚ dˈaɪ; ænd aɪ ɹˈæðɚ bᵻlˈiːv aɪʃˈæl; fɔːɹ sˈɪns ðɪs lˈæst sˈaɪt aɪɐm stɹˈeɪndʒli ˈɪl. juː ænd ˈɛmɪlˌaɪn wɪl tˈeɪk kˈɛɹ ʌv maɪ pˈʊɹ bˈɔɪ, wɪl jiː nˈɑːt?