text_original: *^ Well and good ! " cried Charles. '' Never a son of France has died of the pest ! " And, laughing at the horror of his host, the madcap youth called to his compan  ions to come and show how little he was afraid. The wild young nobles drew their swords, and, tossing on their^ rapiers the infected pillows of the bed, they played at ball till the feathers flew all over the room and covered the rash players as with snow.
text_transcription: WELL AND GOOD CRIED CHARLES NEVER A SON OF FRANCE HAS DIED OF THE PEST AND LAUGHING AT THE HORROR OF HIS HOST THIS MADCAP YOUTH CALLED TO HIS COMPANIONS TO COME AND SHOW HOW LITTLE HE WAS AFRAID THE WILD YOUNG NOBLES DREW THEIR SWORDS AND TOSSING ON THEIR RAPIERS THE INFECTED PILLOWS OF THE BED THEY PLAYED AT BALL TILL THE FEATHERS FLEW ALL OVER THE ROOM AND COVERED THE RASH PLAYERS AS WITH SNOW
phonemes: ˈæstɚɹˌɪsk wˈɛl ænd ɡˈʊd ! " kɹˈaɪd tʃˈɑːɹlz. nˈɛvɚɹ ɐ sˈʌn ʌv fɹˈæns hɐz dˈaɪd ʌvðə pˈɛst ! " ænd, lˈæfɪŋ æt ðə hˈɔɹɚɹ ʌv hɪz hˈoʊst, ðə mˈædkæp jˈuːθ kˈɔːld tə hɪz kəmpˈæn ˈaɪɑːnz tə kˈʌm ænd ʃˈoʊ hˌaʊ lˈɪɾəl hiː wʌz ɐfɹˈeɪd. ðə wˈaɪld jˈʌŋ nˈoʊbəlz dɹˈuː ðɛɹ sˈɔːɹdz, ænd, tˈɔsɪŋ ˌɔn ðɛɹ ɹˈeɪpiɚz ðɪ ɪnfˈɛktᵻd pˈɪloʊz ʌvðə bˈɛd, ðeɪ plˈeɪd æt bˈɔːl tˈɪl ðə fˈɛðɚz flˈuː ˈɔːl ˌoʊvɚ ðə ɹˈuːm ænd kˈʌvɚd ðə ɹˈæʃ plˈeɪɚz æz wɪð snˈoʊ.