text_original: FRITA. I promise him, if he has the gout or the itch, he will soon get rid of them. St. John dies a perfect martyr, resigned to the boiling oil and gross jests of Patroclus and Longinus.
text_transcription: FRITTA I PROMISE HIM IF HE HAS THE GOUT OR THE ITCH HE WILL SOON GET RID OF THEM SAINT JOHN DIES A PERFECT MARTIER RESIGNED TO THE BOILING OIL AND GROWS CHESTS OF PATROCRIS AND LONG GENUS
phonemes: fɹˈiːɾə. aɪ pɹˈɑːmɪs hˌɪm, ɪf hiː hɐz ðə ɡˈaʊt ɔːɹ ðɪ ˈɪtʃ, hiː wɪl sˈuːn ɡɛt ɹˈɪd ʌv ðˌɛm. sənt. dʒˈɑːn dˈaɪz ɐ pˈɜːfɛkt mˈɑːɹɾɚ, ɹɪzˈaɪnd tə ðə bˈɔɪlɪŋ ˈɔɪl ænd ɡɹˈoʊs dʒˈɛsts ʌv pˈætɹɑːkləs ænd lˈɔŋɡɪnəs.