text_original: " Your name," said the man, his eyes fixed on a parch  ment which he had just unrolled, " is Turiaf Musdoemon, I believe." " Just so. Do you come from the chancellor, my friend ] " " Yes, your worship." "Do not fail, when you have done your errand, to assure his Grace of my undying gratitude."
text_transcription: YOUR NAME SAID THE MAN HIS EYES FIXED ON A PARCHMENT WHICH HE HAD JUST UNROLLED IS TURYEV MOSDEEMON I BELIEVE JUST SO DO YOU COME FROM THE CHANCELLOR MY FRIEND YES YOUR WORSHIP DO NOT FAIL WHEN YOU HAVE DONE YOUR ERRAND TO ASSURE HIS GRACE OF MY UNDYING GRATITUDE
phonemes: " jʊɹ nˈeɪm," sˈɛd ðə mˈæn, hɪz ˈaɪz fˈɪkst ˌɔn ɐ pˈɑːɹtʃ mˈɛnt wˌɪtʃ hiː hæd dʒˈʌst ʌnɹˈoʊld, " ɪz tjɚɹˈɪæf mˈʌsdoʊmən, aɪ bᵻlˈiːv." " dʒˈʌst sˈoʊ. dˈuː juː kˈʌm fɹʌmðə tʃˈænsɛlɚ, maɪ fɹˈɛnd ] " " jˈɛs, jʊɹ wˈɜːʃɪp." "duːnˌɑːt fˈeɪl, wˌɛn juː hæv dˈʌn jʊɹ ˈɛɹənd, tʊ əʃˈʊɹ hɪz ɡɹˈeɪs ʌv maɪ ʌndˈaɪɪŋ ɡɹˈæɾɪtˌuːd."