text_original: " Lord Count ! Do you address me thus to flatter me ? You have your labor for your pains ; I am powerful no longer." '' He who speaks to you never knew you in your day of power, and is none the less your friend."
text_transcription: LORD COUNT DO YOU ADDRESS ME THUS TO FLATTER ME YOU HAVE YOUR LABOR FOR YOUR PAINS I AM POWERFUL NO LONGER HE WHO SPEAKS TO YOU NEVER KNEW YOU IN YOUR DAY OF POWER AND IS NONE THE LESS YOUR FRIEND
phonemes: " lˈɔːɹd kˈaʊnt ! dˈuː juː ɐdɹˈɛs mˌiː ðˈʌs tə flˈæɾɚ mˌiː ? juː hæv jʊɹ lˈeɪbɚ fɔːɹ jʊɹ pˈeɪnz ; aɪɐm pˈaʊɚfəl nˌoʊ lˈɑːŋɡɚ." hiː hˌuː spˈiːks tə juː nˈɛvɚ nˈuː juː ɪn jʊɹ dˈeɪ ʌv pˈaʊɚ, ænd ɪz nˈʌn ðə lˈɛs jʊɹ fɹˈɛnd."