text_original: Gentlemen and guests, let us drink to restore this old sage's speech, so that he may enliven us at supper; the health of the man we hanged to day, brother preacher ! Well, father monk, do you refuse my beer?" The hermit had, indeed, drawn from under his gown a large gourd of clear water, from which he filled his glass.
text_transcription: GENTLEMEN AND GUESTS LET US DRINK TO RESTORE THIS OLD SAGE'S SPEECH SO THAT HE MAY ENLIVEN US AT SUPPER THE HEALTH OF THE MAN WE HANG TO DAY BROTHER PREACHER WELL FATHER MONK DO YOU REFUSE MY BEER THE HERMIT HAD INDEED DRAWN FROM UNDER HIS GOWN A LARGE CORD OF CLEAR WATER FROM WHICH HE FILLED HIS GLASS
phonemes: dʒˈɛntəlmən ænd ɡˈɛsts, lˈɛt ˌʌs dɹˈɪŋk tə ɹᵻstˈɔːɹ ðɪs ˈoʊld sˈeɪdʒz spˈiːtʃ, sˌoʊ ðæt hiː mˈeɪ ɛnlˈaɪvən ˌʌs æt sˈʌpɚ; ðə hˈɛlθ ʌvðə mˈæn wiː hˈæŋd tə dˈeɪ, bɹˈʌðɚ pɹˈiːtʃɚ ! wˈɛl, fˈɑːðɚ mˈʌŋk, dˈuː juː ɹᵻfjˈuːz maɪ bˈɪɹ?" ðə hˈɜːmɪt hˌæd, ˌɪndˈiːd, dɹˈɔːn fɹʌm ˌʌndɚ hɪz ɡˈaʊn ɐ lˈɑːɹdʒ ɡˈʊɹd ʌv klˈɪɹ wˈɔːɾɚ, fɹʌm wˈɪtʃ hiː fˈɪld hɪz ɡlˈæs.