text_original: One blazing July day, having first been startled in a wood by a madman who had seized his bridle, crying " Turn, turn, you are be  trayed," he was driven out of his senses by the sudden clang of a lance which a sleepy page let fall on the helmet carried by another of his attendants.
text_transcription: ONE BLAZING JULY DAY HAVING FIRST BEEN STARTLED IN A WOOD BY A MADMAN WHO HAD SEIZED HIS BRIDLE CRYING TURN YOU ARE BETRAYED HE WAS DRIVEN OUT OF HIS SENSES BY THE SUDDEN CLANG OF A LANCE WHICH A SLEEPY PAGE LET FALL ON THE HELMET CARRIED BY ANOTHER OF HIS ATTENDANTS
phonemes: wˈʌn blˈeɪzɪŋ dʒuːlˈaɪ dˈeɪ, hˌævɪŋ fˈɜːst bˌɪn stˈɑːɹɾəld ɪn ɐ wˈʊd baɪ ɐ mˈædmən hˌuː hæd sˈiːzd hɪz bɹˈaɪdəl, kɹˈaɪɪŋ " tˈɜːn, tˈɜːn, juː ɑːɹ biː tɹˈeɪd," hiː wʌz dɹˈɪvən ˌaʊɾəv hɪz sˈɛnsᵻz baɪ ðə sˈʌdən klˈæŋ əvə lˈæns wˌɪtʃ ɐ slˈiːpi pˈeɪdʒ lˈɛt fˈɔːl ɔnðə hˈɛlmɪt kˈæɹid baɪ ɐnˈʌðɚɹ ʌv hɪz ɐtˈɛndənts.