text_original: But the messenger answered hastily, "Thy thanks are wasted, 0 king, for the blood of Polybus runs not in thy veins. I found thee on the rugged heights of Kithairon, and saved thee from the doom which was prepared for thee. So from the house of Polybus there is for thee neither hope nor fear."
text_transcription: BUT THE MESSENGER ANSWERED HASTILY THY THANKS ARE WASTED O KING FOR THE BLOOD OF POLYBUS RUNS NOT IN THY VEINS I FOUND THEE ON THE RUGGED HEIGHTS OF KITHYRON AND SAFETY FROM THE DOOM WHICH WAS PREPARED FOR THEE SO FROM THE HOUSE OF POLYBUS THERE IS FOR THEE NEITHER HOPE NOR FEAR
phonemes: bˌʌt ðə mˈɛsɪndʒɚɹ ˈænsɚd hˈeɪstili, "ðˌaɪ θˈæŋks ɑːɹ wˈeɪstᵻd, zˈiəɹoʊ kˈɪŋ, fɚðə blˈʌd ʌv pˈɑːlɪbəs ɹˈʌnz nˌɑːt ɪn ðˌaɪ vˈeɪnz. aɪ fˈaʊnd ðiː ɔnðə ɹˈʌɡᵻd hˈaɪts ʌv kˈɪɾaɪɹən, ænd sˈeɪvd ðiː fɹʌmðə dˈuːm wˌɪtʃ wʌz pɹɪpˈɛɹd fɔːɹ ðˈiː. sˌoʊ fɹʌmðə hˈaʊs ʌv pˈɑːlɪbəs ðɛɹ ɪz fɔːɹ ðiː nˈiːðɚ hˈoʊp nˈɔːɹ fˈɪɹ."