text_original: The crowds beyond the royal seats peer around to see what it shall be. And the venerated women stretch out their beauti  fully moulded arms, and with thumbs pointing down  ward (pollice verso), demand the slaughter of the man whose upraised hand pleads for mercy.
text_transcription: THE CROWDS BEYOND THE ROYAL SEATS PEER AROUND TO SEE WHAT IT SHALL BE AND THE VENERATED WOMEN STRETCH OUT THEIR BEAUTIFULLY MOLDED ARMS AND WITH THUMBS POINTING DOWNWARD POLYCHI VERSO DEMAND THE SLAUGHTER OF THE MAN WHOSE UPRAISED HAND PLEADS FOR MERCY
phonemes: ðə kɹˈaʊdz bᵻjˌɔnd ðə ɹˈɔɪəl sˈiːts pˈɪɹ ɚɹˈaʊnd tə sˈiː wʌt ɪt ʃˌæl bˈiː. ænd ðə vˈɛnɚɹˌeɪɾᵻd wˈɪmɪn stɹˈɛtʃ ˈaʊt ðɛɹ bjˈuːɾi fˈʊli mˈoʊldᵻd ˈɑːɹmz, ænd wɪð θˈʌmz pˈɔɪntɪŋ dˌaʊn wˈɔːɹd (pˈɑːlɪs vˈɜːsoʊ), dᵻmˈænd ðə slˈɔːɾɚɹ ʌvðə mˈæn hˌuːz ʌpɹˈeɪzd hˈænd plˈiːdz fɔːɹ mˈɜːsi.