text_original: But the Queen of Na  varre was glad, and whispered to those near to her: ''That man tried to ruin me with the King; and now he serves to carry my daugh  ter to church." Jeanne was married then and there, among all those whispers of envy, hatred, and uncharita  bleness, — married among the splendor that a country groaned to pay for.
text_transcription: BUT THE QUEEN OF NAVARRE WAS GLAD AND WHISPERED TO THOSE NEAR TO HER THAT MAN TRIED TO RUIN ME WITH THE KING AND NOW HE SERVES TO CARRY MY DAUGHTER TO CHURCH JEAN WAS MARRIED THEN AND THERE AMONG ALL THOSE WHISPERS OF ENVY HATRED AND UNCHARITABLENESS MARRIED AMONG THE SPLENDOR THAT A COUNTRY GROWN TO PAY FOR
phonemes: bˌʌt ðə kwˈiːn ʌv nˈɑː vˈɑːɹ wʌz ɡlˈæd, ænd wˈɪspɚd tə ðoʊz nˈɪɹ tə hɜː: ðæt mˈæn tɹˈaɪd tə ɹˈuːɪn mˌiː wɪððə kˈɪŋ; ænd nˈaʊ hiː sˈɜːvz tə kˈæɹi maɪ dˈɔː tˈɜː tə tʃˈɜːtʃ." dʒˈiːn wʌz mˈæɹid ðˈɛn ænd ðˈɛɹ, ɐmˌʌŋ ˈɔːl ðoʊz wˈɪspɚz ʌv ˈɛnvi, hˈeɪtɹɪd, ænd ʌntʃæɹˈiːɾə blˈɛnəs, — mˈæɹid ɐmˌʌŋ ðə splˈɛndɚ ðˌæɾə kˈʌntɹi ɡɹˈoʊnd tə pˈeɪ fɔːɹ.