text_original: Despairing of any deliverance, one moonlit December night he dressed himself in his page's clothes and let himself down from his window into a dried up moat, leaving his servant sleeping in his bed. The next morning a feeble voice behind the curtains answered the turnkey, whom a second page assured that the King was ill that day ; nor till the night was the farce dis  covered, when the jailer generously pardoned the two devoted pages.
text_transcription: DESPAIRING OF ANY DELIVERANCE ONE MOONLIT DECEMBER NIGHT HE DRESSED HIMSELF IN HIS PAGES CLOTHES AND LET HIMSELF DOWN FROM HIS WINDOW INTO A DRIED UP MOAT LEAVING HIS SERVANT SLEEPING IN HIS BED THE NEXT MORNING A FEEBLE VOICE BEHIND THE CURTAIN ANSWERED THE TURNKEY WHOM A SECOND PAGE ASSURED THAT THE KING WAS ILL THAT DAY NOR TILL THE NIGHT WAS THE FIRST DISCOVERED WHEN THE JAILER GENEROUSLY PARDONED THE TWO DEVOTED PAGES
phonemes: dᵻspˈɛɹɪŋ ʌv ˌɛni dᵻlˈɪvɚɹəns, wˈʌn mˈuːnlɪt dᵻsˈɛmbɚ nˈaɪt hiː dɹˈɛst hɪmsˈɛlf ɪn hɪz pˈeɪdʒz klˈoʊðz ænd lˈɛt hɪmsˈɛlf dˌaʊn fɹʌm hɪz wˈɪndoʊ ˌɪntʊ ɐ dɹˈaɪd ˌʌp mˈoʊt, lˈiːvɪŋ hɪz sˈɜːvənt slˈiːpɪŋ ɪn hɪz bˈɛd. ðə nˈɛkst mˈɔːɹnɪŋ ɐ fˈiːbəl vˈɔɪs bᵻhˌaɪnd ðə kˈɜːtənz ˈænsɚd ðə tˈɜːŋkiː, hˈuːm ɐ sˈɛkənd pˈeɪdʒ əʃˈʊɹd ðætðə kˈɪŋ wʌz ˈɪl ðæt dˈeɪ ; nˈɔːɹ tˈɪl ðə nˈaɪt wʌzðə fˈɑːɹs dˈɪs kˈʌvɚd, wˌɛn ðə dʒˈeɪlɚ dʒˈɛnɚɹəsli pˈɑːɹdənd ðə tˈuː dɪvˈoʊɾᵻd pˈeɪdʒᵻz.