text_original: _ _Our prologue outstays its time. Already the captain of our pirates puts on his hook. The evil Duke limps for practice on his wooden leg. Presently our curtain will rise. We shall see the pirates' cabin, with the lighthouse in the distance, Flint's lantern and the ladder to the sleeping loft. We shall hear a storm unparalleled  thunder, lightning and a rush of wind, if it can be managed._ _Then our candles burn to socket. Our pasteboard cabin grows dark.
text_transcription: OUR PROLOGUE OUTSTAYS ITS TIME ALREADY THE CAPTAIN OF OUR PIRATES PUTS ON HIS HOOK THE EVIL DUKE LIMPS FOR PRACTICE ON HIS WOODEN LEG PRESENTLY OUR CURTAIN WILL RISE WE SHALL SEE THE PIRATE'S CABIN WITH THE LIGHTHOUSE IN THE DISTANCE FLINT'S LANTERN AND THE LADDER TO THE SLEEPING LOFT WE SHALL HEAR A STORM UNPARALLELED THUNDER LIGHTNING AND THE RUSH OF WIND IF IT CAN BE MANAGED THEN OUR CANDLES BURN TO SOCKET OUR PASTEBOARD CABIN GROWS DARK
phonemes: ˌaʊɚ pɹˈoʊlɑːɡ aʊtstˈeɪz ɪts tˈaɪm. ɔːlɹˌɛdi ðə kˈæptɪn ʌv ˌaʊɚ pˈaɪɹəts pˌʊts ˌɔn hɪz hˈʊk. ðɪ ˈiːvəl dˈuːk lˈɪmps fɔːɹ pɹˈæktɪs ˌɔn hɪz wˈʊdən lˈɛɡ. pɹˈɛzəntli ˌaʊɚ kˈɜːtən wɪl ɹˈaɪz. wiːʃˌɐl sˈiː ðə pˈaɪɹəts kˈæbɪn, wɪððə lˈaɪthaʊs ɪnðə dˈɪstəns, flˈɪnts lˈæntɚn ænd ðə lˈædɚ tə ðə slˈiːpɪŋ lˈɔft. wiːʃˌɐl hˈɪɹ ɐ stˈɔːɹm ʌnpˈæɹəlˌɛld θˈʌndɚ, lˈaɪtnɪŋ ænd ɐ ɹˈʌʃ ʌv wˈɪnd, ɪf ɪt kæn biː mˈænɪdʒd.ðˈɛn ˌaʊɚ kˈændəlz bˈɜːn tə sˈɑːkɪt. ˌaʊɚ pˈeɪstbɔːɹd kˈæbɪn ɡɹˈoʊz dˈɑːɹk.