text_original: The central provinces had long ago wearied of military service, since Augustus raised his legions on the border lands, and at Rome itself no volunteers would answer to the call ; but the lazy rabble hooted as they saw the gladiators go, and said in hot displeasure, 'Our gloomy prince would rob us even of our pleasures to make us turn philosophers.
text_transcription: THE CENTRAL PROVINCES HAD LONG AGO WEARIED OF MILITARY SERVICE SINCE AUGUSTUS RAISED HIS LEGIONS ON THE BORDERLANDS AND AT ROME ITSELF NO VOLUNTEERS WOULD ANSWER TO THE CALL BUT THE LAZY RABBLE HOOTED AS THEY SAW THE GLADIATORS GO AND SAID IN HOT DISPLEASURE OUR GLOOMY PRINCE WOULD ROB US EVEN OF OUR PLEASURES TO MAKE US TURN PHILOSOPHER
phonemes: ðə sˈɛntɹəl pɹˈɑːvɪnsᵻz hæd lˈɔŋ ɐɡˈoʊ wˈɪɹid ʌv mˈɪlətˌɛɹi sˈɜːvɪs, sˈɪns ˈɔːɡʌstəs ɹˈeɪzd hɪz lˈiːdʒənz ɔnðə bˈɔːɹdɚ lˈændz, ænd æt ɹˈoʊm ɪtsˈɛlf nˈoʊ vˌɑːləntˈɪɹz wʊd ˈænsɚ tə ðə kˈɔːl ; bˌʌt ðə lˈeɪzi ɹˈæbəl hˈuːɾᵻd æz ðeɪ sˈɔː ðə ɡlˈædɪˌeɪɾɚz ɡˈoʊ, ænd sˈɛd ɪn hˈɑːt dɪsplˈɛʒɚ, ˌaʊɚ ɡlˈuːmi pɹˈɪns wʊd ɹˈɑːb ˌʌs ˈiːvən ʌv ˌaʊɚ plˈɛʒɚz tə mˌeɪk ˌʌs tˈɜːn fɪlˈɑːsəfɚz.