hɪz sˈʌn dɪdnˌɑːt ɡˌoʊ tə ðə wˈɛdɪŋ, bˌʌt wˈɔːkt ɪnðə ɡˈɑːɹdən, wˌɛɹ hiː hˈɜːd ɐ vˈɔɪs sˈeɪɪŋ ðætðə mˈæn wʌz hˈæpi hˌuː wʌz kˈɪst baɪ ðə fˈɛɹ fɪoːɹˈiːɾə.
His son did not go to the wedding, but walked in the garden, where he heard a voice saying that the man was happy who was kissed by the fair Fiorita.