text_original: "Place the youth on the ground, and rear his head against the chair," he cried, hastily, to the dwarf. "Bathe his brows with the decoction in that crucible. I will attend to him anon. Come to me on the morrow, Baldred, and I will repay thee for thy trouble. I am busy now."
text_transcription: PLACE THE EWES ON THE GROUND AND RARE HIS HEAD AGAINST A CHAIR HE CRIED HASTILY TO THE DWARF BATHE HIS BROWS WITH THE DECOCTION IN THAT CRUCIBLE I WILL ATTEND TO HIM ANON COME TO ME ON THE MORROW BALDRID AND I WILL REPAY THEE FOR THY TROUBLE I AM BUSY NOW
phonemes: "plˈeɪs ðə jˈuːθ ɔnðə ɡɹˈaʊnd, ænd ɹˈɪɹ hɪz hˈɛd ɐɡˈɛnst ðə tʃˈɛɹ," hiː kɹˈaɪd, hˈeɪstili, tə ðə dwˈɔːɹf. "bˈeɪð hɪz bɹˈaʊz wɪððə dᵻkˈɑːkʃən ɪn ðæt kɹˈuːsᵻbəl. aɪ wɪl ɐtˈɛnd tə hˌɪm ɐnˈɔn. kˈʌm tə mˌiː ɔnðə mˈɑːɹoʊ, bˈɔːldɹɪd, ænd aɪ wɪl ɹᵻpˈeɪ ðiː fɔːɹ ðˌaɪ tɹˈʌbəl. aɪɐm bˈɪzi nˈaʊ."