text_original: Frederic was about to answer, and was already prepar  ing a spicy account of the scene of the previous night, when he remembered the silence prescribed by the etiquette of duelling, which changed his gayety to confusion. " I' faith," said he, " I don't know, — that of some clown perhaps, some retainer."
text_transcription: FREDERICK WAS ABOUT TO ANSWER AND WAS ALREADY PREPARING A SPICY ACCOUNT OF THE SCENE OF THE PREVIOUS NIGHT WHEN HE REMEMBERED THE SILENCE PRESCRIBED BY THE ETIQUETTE OF DUELLING WHICH CHANGED HIS GAYETY TO CONFUSION EAT FAITH SAID HE I DON'T KNOW THAT OF SOME CLOWN PERHAPS SOME RETAINER
phonemes: fɹɛdˈɛɹɪk wʌz ɐbˌaʊt tʊ ˈænsɚ, ænd wʌz ɔːlɹˌɛdi pɹɪpˈɑːɹ ˈɪŋ ɐ spˈaɪsi ɐkˈaʊnt ʌvðə sˈiːn ʌvðə pɹˈiːviəs nˈaɪt, wˌɛn hiː ɹᵻmˈɛmbɚd ðə sˈaɪləns pɹɪskɹˈaɪbd baɪ ðɪ ˈɛɾɪkət ʌv dˈuːəlɪŋ, wˌɪtʃ tʃˈeɪndʒd hɪz ɡˈeɪɪɾi tə kənfjˈuːʒən. " aɪ fˈeɪθ," sˈɛd hiː, " aɪ dˈoʊnt nˈoʊ, — ðæt ʌv sˌʌm klˈaʊn pɚhˈæps, sˌʌm ɹᵻtˈeɪnɚ."