text_original: They stood her in the judgment hall. "Confess," they cried, "the blasting spell That holds yon crazed monk in thrall?" "Good sirs," she said, "he loved me well."
text_transcription: THEY STOOD HER IN THE JUDGMENT HALL CONFESS THEY CRIED THE BLASTING SPELL THAT HOLDS YON CRAZED MONK IN THRALL GOOD SIRS SHE SAID HE LOVED ME WELL
phonemes: ðeɪ stˈʊd hɜːɹ ɪnðə dʒˈʌdʒmənt hˈɔːl. "kənfˈɛs," ðeɪ kɹˈaɪd, "ðə blˈæstɪŋ spˈɛl ðæt hˈoʊldz jˈɑːn kɹˈeɪzd mˈʌŋk ɪn θɹˈɔːl?" "ɡˈʊd sˈɜːz," ʃiː sˈɛd, "hiː lˈʌvd mˌiː wˈɛl."