text_original: I'll tell you wot I give for her myself, and you shall have her at a trifle beyond it. I'd scorn to take adwantage o' the likes o' you." "I hope you didn't give too much, then, friend," replied Ebba.
text_transcription: I'LL TELL YOU WHAT I GIVE FOR HER MYSELF AND YOU SHALL HAVE HER AT A TRIFLE BEYOND IT I'D SCORN TO TAKE ADVANTAGE OF THE LIKES OF YOU I HOPE YOU DIDN'T GIVE TOO MUCH THEN FRIEND REPLIED EBA
phonemes: aɪl tˈɛl juː wˈɑːt aɪ ɡˈɪv fɔːɹ hɜː maɪsˈɛlf, ænd juː ʃˌæl hæv hɜːɹ æɾə tɹˈaɪfəl bᵻjˈɔnd ɪt. aɪd skˈɔːɹn tə tˈeɪk ɐdwˈæntɪdʒ ˈoʊ ðə lˈaɪks ˈoʊ juː." "aɪ hˈoʊp juː dˈɪdnt ɡˈɪv tˈuː mʌtʃ, ðˈɛn, fɹˈɛnd," ɹᵻplˈaɪd ˈɛbə.