text_original: "Fling me the weapon with which you smote him," cried Doctor Lamb, in accents of commiseration, "and I will anoint it with the powder of sympathy. His anguish will be speedily abated."
text_transcription: FLING ME THE WEAPON WITH WHICH YOU SMOTE HIM CRIED DOCTOR LAMB IN ACCENTS OF COMMISERATION AND I WILL ANOINT IT WITH THE POWDER OF SYMPATHY HIS ANGUISH WILL BE SPEEDILY ABATED
phonemes: "flˈɪŋ mˌiː ðə wˈɛpən wɪð wˌɪtʃ juː smˈoʊt hˌɪm," kɹˈaɪd dˈɑːktɚ lˈæm, ɪn ˈæksənts ʌv kəmˌɪsɚɹˈeɪʃən, "ænd aɪ wɪl ɐnˈɔɪnt ɪt wɪððə pˈaʊdɚɹ ʌv sˈɪmpəθi. hɪz ˈæŋɡwɪʃ wɪl biː spˈiːdili ɐbˈeɪɾᵻd."