text_original: And after every bitter phrase, every flash of irony, we can imagine the pause, the anxious thought, — will the King be the headsman of such bidders as these?
text_transcription: AND AFTER EVERY BITTER PHRASE EVERY FLASH OF IRONY WE CAN IMAGINE THE PAUSE THE ANXIOUS THOUGHT WILL THE KING BE THE HEADSMAN OF SUCH BIDDERS AS THESE
phonemes: ænd ˈæftɚɹ ˈɛvɹi bˈɪɾɚ fɹˈeɪz, ˈɛvɹi flˈæʃ ʌv ˈaɪɹəni, wiː kæn ɪmˈædʒɪn ðə pˈɔːz, ðɪ ˈæŋʃəs θˈɔːt, — wɪl ðə kˈɪŋ biː ðə hˈɛdzmən ʌv sˈʌtʃ bˈɪdɚz æz ðˈiːz?