text_original: There was something to alarm her also in the mood of Claudius, Afraid of weak dotard as he was, for strange words and of delay fell from him in his drunken fits, coupled with maudlin tenderness for his own children and sus  picious looks at Nero.
text_transcription: THERE WAS SOMETHING TO ALARM HER ALSO IN THE MOOD OF CLAUDIUS WEAK DODED AS HE WAS FOR STRANGE WORDS FELL FROM HIM IN HIS DRUNKEN FITS COUPLED WITH MAUDLIN TENDERNESS FOR HIS OWN CHILDREN AND SUSPICIOUS LOOKS AT NERO
phonemes: ðɛɹwˌʌz sˈʌmθɪŋ tʊ ɐlˈɑːɹm hɜːɹ ˈɔːlsoʊ ɪnðə mˈuːd ʌv klˈɔːdɪəs, ɐfɹˈeɪd ʌv wˈiːk dˈɑːɾɑːɹd æz hiː wʌz, fɔːɹ stɹˈeɪndʒ wˈɜːdz ænd ʌv dᵻlˈeɪ fˈɛl fɹʌm hˌɪm ɪn hɪz dɹˈʌŋkən fˈɪts, kˈʌpəld wɪð mˈɔːdlɪn tˈɛndɚnəs fɔːɹ hɪz ˈoʊn tʃˈɪldɹən ænd sˈʌs pˈɪʃəs lˈʊks æt nˈiəɹoʊ.