text_original: " Faith ! " cried, with a coarse laugh, a smith who wore his heavy hammer slung across his shoulder, " they may offer one thousand or ten thousand crowns for his head, and he may be four or forty feet tall, but I '11 not offer to go in search of him."
text_transcription: HA HAITH CRIED WITH A COARSE LAUGH A SMITH WHO WORE HIS HEAVY HAMMER SLUNG ACROSS HIS SHOULDER THEY MAY OFFER ONE THOUSAND OR TEN THOUSAND CROWNS FOR HIS HEAD AND HE MAY BE FOUR FORTY FEET ALL BUT I'LL NOT OFFER TO GO IN SEARCH OF HIM
phonemes: " fˈeɪθ ! " kɹˈaɪd, wɪð ɐ kˈɔːɹs lˈæf, ɐ smˈɪθ hˌuː wˈɔːɹ hɪz hˈɛvi hˈæmɚ slˈʌŋ əkɹˌɑːs hɪz ʃˈoʊldɚ, " ðeɪ mˈeɪ ˈɔfɚ wˈʌn θˈaʊzənd ɔːɹ tˈɛn θˈaʊzənd kɹˈaʊnz fɔːɹ hɪz hˈɛd, ænd hiː mˈeɪ biː fˈɔːɹ ɔːɹ fˈɔːɹɾi fˈiːt tˈɔːl, bˌʌt aɪ ɪlˈɛvən nˌɑːt ˈɔfɚ tə ɡˌoʊ ɪn sˈɜːtʃ ʌv hˌɪm."