text_original: An incident is told of him which brings into relief the better qualities of his race. One of his oflicers, pointing to the ghastly field, all strewn with dead bod  ies, with severed limbs and mutilated trunks, said to the prince, "Sir, behold your enemies at your feet." The prince sighed.
text_transcription: AN INCIDENT IS TOLD OF HIM WHICH BRINGS INTO RELIEF THE BETTER QUALITIES OF HIS RACE ONE OF HIS OFFICERS POINTING TO THE GHASTLY FIELD ALL STREWN WITH DEAD BODIES WITH SEVERED LIMBS AND MUTILATED TRUNKS SAID TO THE PRINCE SIR BEHOLD YOUR ENEMIES AT YOUR FEET THE PRINCE SIGHED
phonemes: ɐn ˈɪnsɪdənt ɪz tˈoʊld ʌv hˌɪm wˌɪtʃ bɹˈɪŋz ˌɪntʊ ɹᵻlˈiːf ðə bˈɛɾɚ kwˈɔlᵻɾiz ʌv hɪz ɹˈeɪs. wˈʌn ʌv hɪz ˈɑːflɪsɚz, pˈɔɪntɪŋ tə ðə ɡˈæstli fˈiːld, ˈɔːl stɹˈuːn wɪð dˈɛd bˈɑːd wˈaɪz, wɪð sˈɛvɚd lˈɪmz ænd mjˈuːɾᵻlˌeɪɾᵻd tɹˈʌŋks, sˈɛd tə ðə pɹˈɪns, "sˌɜː, bᵻhˈoʊld jʊɹ ˈɛnəmiz æt jʊɹ fˈiːt." ðə pɹˈɪns sˈaɪd.