text_original: " You are wise, my pretty mistress, if you do not want your young coxcomb punished for his temerity," said the lieutenant, who at Ordener's threats had put himself upon his guard without any show of emotion ; " for Cyrus was about to quarrel with Cambyses, — if it be not too great an honor to compare this rustic to Cambyses."
text_transcription: YOU ARE WISE MY PRETTY MISTRESS IF YOU DO NOT WANT YOUR YOUNG COXCOMB PUNISHED FOR HIS TEMERITY SAID THE LIEUTENANT WHO AT ORDINOUS THREATS HAD PUT HIMSELF UPON HIS GUARD WITHOUT ANY SHOW OF EMOTION FOR CYRUS WAS ABOUT TO QUARREL WITH CAMBYSIS IF IT BE NOT TOO GREAT AN HONOUR TO COMPARE DIS RUSTIC TO CAMBYSIS
phonemes: " juː ɑːɹ wˈaɪz, maɪ pɹˈɪɾi mˈɪstɹəs, ɪf juː duːnˌɑːt wˈɔnt jʊɹ jˈʌŋ kˈɑːkskoʊm pˈʌnɪʃt fɔːɹ hɪz tɛmˈɛɹᵻɾi," sˈɛd ðə luːtˈɛnənt, hˌuː æɾ ˈɔːɹdənɚz θɹˈɛts hæd pˌʊt hɪmsˈɛlf əpˌɑːn hɪz ɡˈɑːɹd wɪðˌaʊt ˌɛni ʃˈoʊ ʌv ɪmˈoʊʃən ; " fɔːɹ sˈaɪɹəs wʌz ɐbˌaʊt tə kwˈɔːɹəl wɪð kˈæmbaɪzᵻz, — ɪf ɪt biː nˌɑːt tˈuː ɡɹˈeɪt ɐn ˈɑːnɚ tə kəmpˈɛɹ ðɪs ɹˈʌstɪk tə kˈæmbaɪzᵻz."