text_original: " By my Kitty's good name ' I ask nothing better," said Toric Belfast, " provided your worships will give me the thousand crowns offered for the head of Hans, for it was I who took him prisoner." " You lie ! " cried the little man. The soldier clapped his hand to his sword : " It is very lucky for you, you rascal, that we are in the presence of the court, where a soldier, even a Munkholm musketeer, must never resort to force."
text_transcription: BY MY KITTY'S GOOD NAME I ASK NOTHING BETTER SAID TORICK BELFAST PROVIDED YOUR WORSHIPS WILL GIVE ME THE THOUSAND CROWNS OFFERED FOR THE HEAD OF HANS FOR IT WAS I WHO TOOK HIM PRISONER YOU LIED THE LITTLE MAN THE SOLDIER CLAPPED HIS HAND TO HIS SWORD IT IS VERY LUCKY FOR YOU YOU RASCAL THAT WE ARE IN THE PRESENCE OF THE COURT WHERE A SOLDIER EVEN A MONK OR MUSKETEER MUST NEVER RESORT TO FORCE
phonemes: " baɪ maɪ kˈɪɾiz ɡˈʊd nˈeɪm aɪ ˈæsk nˈʌθɪŋ bˈɛɾɚ," sˈɛd tˈɔːɹɪk bˈɛlfæst, " pɹəvˈaɪdᵻd jʊɹ wˈɜːʃɪps wɪl ɡˈɪv mˌiː ðə θˈaʊzənd kɹˈaʊnz ˈɔfɚd fɚðə hˈɛd ʌv hˈænz, fɔːɹ ɪt wʌz aɪ hˌuː tˈʊk hˌɪm pɹˈɪzənɚ." " juː lˈaɪ ! " kɹˈaɪd ðə lˈɪɾəl mˈæn. ðə sˈoʊldʒɚ klˈæpt hɪz hˈænd tə hɪz sˈɔːɹd : " ɪɾ ɪz vˈɛɹi lˈʌki fɔːɹ juː, juː ɹˈæskəl, ðæt wiː ɑːɹ ɪnðə pɹˈɛzəns ʌvðə kˈɔːɹt, wˌɛɹ ɐ sˈoʊldʒɚ, ˈiːvən ɐ mˈʌŋkhoʊm mˌʌskɪtˈɪɹ, mˈʌst nˈɛvɚ ɹᵻzˈɔːɹt tə fˈɔːɹs."