text_original: From many an honest servant of Francis this cry must have gone u]3, for neither gratitude nor pity beat under that dinted breastplate of his. Yet after all these years, knowing the end, and despite our great contempt, we feel the glamour that surrounds THE YOUNG KING AND HIS RIVALS.
text_transcription: FROM MANY AN HONEST SERVANT OF FRANCIS THIS CRY MUST HAVE GONE UP FOR NEITHER GRATITUDE NOR PITY BEAT UNDER THAT DINTED BREASTPLATE OF HIS YET AFTER ALL THESE YEARS KNOWING THE END AND DESPITE OUR GREAT CONTEMPT WE FEEL THE GLAMOUR THAT SURROUNDS
phonemes: fɹʌm mˈɛni ɐn ˈɑːnɪst sˈɜːvənt ʌv fɹˈænsɪs ðɪs kɹˈaɪ mˈʌstɐv ɡɔn jˈuː]θɹˈiː, fɔːɹ nˈiːðɚ ɡɹˈæɾɪtˌuːd nˈɔːɹ pˈɪɾi bˈiːt ˌʌndɚ ðæt dˈɪntᵻd bɹˈɛstpleɪt ʌv hˈɪz. jˈɛt ˈæftɚɹ ˈɔːl ðiːz jˈɪɹz, nˈoʊɪŋ ðɪ ˈɛnd, ænd dᵻspˈaɪt ˌaʊɚ ɡɹˈeɪt kəntˈɛmpt, wiː fˈiːl ðə ɡlˈæmɚ ðæt sɚɹˈaʊndz ðə jˈʌŋ kˈɪŋ ænd hɪz ɹˈaɪvəlz.