text_original: No sooner has the Lion come, Than he of fever much complains; "Continue, sirs, your embassy," Said he; "but burning, darting pains Torment me now exceedingly.
text_transcription: NO SOONER HAS THE LION COME THAN HE OF FEVER MUCH COMPLAINS CONTINUE SIRS YOUR EMBASSY SAID HE BUT BURNING DARTING PAINS TORMENT ME NOW EXCEEDINGLY
phonemes: nˈoʊ sˈuːnɚ hɐz ðə lˈaɪən kˈʌm, ðɐn hiː ʌv fˈiːvɚ mˈʌtʃ kəmplˈeɪnz; "kəntˈɪnjuː, sˈɜːz, jʊɹ ˈɛmbəsi," sˈɛd hiː; "bˌʌt bˈɜːnɪŋ, dˈɑːɹɾɪŋ pˈeɪnz tˈɔːɹmɛnt mˌiː nˈaʊ ɛksˈiːdɪŋli.