text_original: On that the wife, dressed like a Fury, came, Mask'd, and with voice disguised, into the den, And brought the wretched sot, in hopes to tame, Some boiling gruel fit for Lucifer. The sot no longer doubted he was dead   A citizen of Pluto's  could he err? "And who are you?" unto the ghost he said. "I'm Satan's steward," said the wife, "and serve the food For those within this black and dismal place."
text_transcription: ON THAT THE WIFE DRESSED LIKE A FURY CAME MASKED AND WITH VOICE DISGUISED INTO THE DEN AND BROUGHT THE WRETCHED SOT IN HOPES TO TAME SOME BOILING GRUEL FIT FOR LUCIFER THE SOT NO LONGER DOUBTED HE WAS DEAD A CITIZEN OF PLUTO'S COULD HE ERR AND WHO ARE YOU UNTO THE GHOST HE SAID I AM SATAN'S STEWARD SAID THE WIFE AND SERVED THE FOOD FOR THOSE WITHIN THIS BLACK AND DISMAL PLACE
phonemes: ˌɔn ðætðə wˈaɪf, dɹˈɛst lˈaɪk ɐ fjˈʊɹɹi, kˈeɪm, mˈæskd, ænd wɪð vˈɔɪs dɪsɡˈaɪzd, ˌɪntʊ ðə dˈɛn, ænd bɹˈɔːt ðə ɹˈɛtʃᵻd sˈɑːt, ɪn hˈoʊps tə tˈeɪm, sˌʌm bˈɔɪlɪŋ ɡɹˈuːəl fˈɪt fɔːɹ lˈuːsɪfɚ. ðə sˈɑːt nˌoʊ lˈɑːŋɡɚ dˈaʊɾᵻd hiː wʌz dˈɛd ɐ sˈɪɾɪzən ʌv plˈuːɾoʊz kʊd hiː ˈɛɹ? "ænd hˈuː ɑːɹ juː?" ˌʌntʊ ðə ɡˈoʊst hiː sˈɛd. "aɪm sˈeɪtənz stˈuːɚd," sˈɛd ðə wˈaɪf, "ænd sˈɜːv ðə fˈuːd fɔːɹ ðoʊz wɪðˌɪn ðɪs blˈæk ænd dˈɪzməl plˈeɪs."