text_original: The Baron, terrified at his hurt, trifling though it was, dropped his sword at once, and calling for help, made a great fuss, groaning and declaring himself to be nearly killed as the attendants hastened to his side and led him with obsequious solicitude to a couch.
text_transcription: THE BARON TERRIFIED AT HIS HURT TRIFLING THOUGH IT WAS DROPPED HIS SWORD AT ONCE AND CALLING FOR HELP MADE A GREAT FUSS GROANING AND DECLARING HIMSELF TO BE NEARLY KILLED AS THE ATTENDANTS HASTENED TO HIS SIDE AND LED HIM WITH OBSEQUIOUS SOLICITUDE TO A COUCH
phonemes: ðə bˈæɹən, tˈɛɹᵻfˌaɪd æt hɪz hˈɜːt, tɹˈaɪflɪŋ ðˌoʊ ɪt wˈʌz, dɹˈɑːpt hɪz sˈɔːɹd ɐtwˈʌns, ænd kˈɔːlɪŋ fɔːɹ hˈɛlp, mˌeɪd ɐ ɡɹˈeɪt fˈʌs, ɡɹˈoʊnɪŋ ænd dᵻklˈɛɹɪŋ hɪmsˈɛlf təbi nˌɪɹli kˈɪld æz ðɪ ɐtˈɛndənts hˈeɪsənd tə hɪz sˈaɪd ænd lˈɛd hˌɪm wɪð əbsˈiːkwɪəs səlˈɪsɪtˌuːd tʊ ɐ kˈaʊtʃ.