text_original: Tell me, my valiant king ui' the sword, your comrade, this Guth's lover, will doubtless kill himself in despair at her loss, won't he ? " Here burst forth the long repressed storm. "Do you hear the miscreant, — the old Pagan ! " cried twenty shrill, discordant voices.
text_transcription: TELL ME MY VALIANT KING OF THE SWORD YOUR COMRADE THIS GOOSE'S LOVER WILL DOUBTLESS KILL HIMSELF IN DESPAIR AT HER LOSS WON'T HE HERE BURST FORTH THE LONG REPRESSED STORM DO YOU HEAR THE MISCREANT THE OLD PAGAN CRIED TWENTY SHRILL DISCORDANT VOICES
phonemes: tˈɛl mˌiː, maɪ vˈæliənt kˈɪŋ jˌuːˈaɪ ðə sˈɔːɹd, jʊɹ kˈɑːmɹæd, ðɪs ɡˈʌθz lˈʌvɚ, wɪl dˈaʊtləs kˈɪl hɪmsˈɛlf ɪn dᵻspˈɛɹ æt hɜː lˈɔs, wˈoʊnt hiː ? " hˈɪɹ bˈɜːst fˈɔːɹθ ðə lˈɔŋ ɹᵻpɹˈɛst stˈɔːɹm. "dˈuː juː hˈɪɹ ðə mˈɪskɹiənt, — ðɪ ˈoʊld pˈeɪɡən ! " kɹˈaɪd twˈɛnti ʃɹˈɪl, dɪskˈɔːɹdənt vˈɔɪsᵻz.