text_original: "Miserable wretch that thou art!" cried the purser, "what must be thy lot in another world, if thou diest in the commission of robbery?" "Why, hell, I suppose," replied the other, with great deliberation, while the purser fell on his knees, and begged of Heaven that we might not all perish for the sake of Jonas.
text_transcription: MISERABLE WRETCH THAT THOU ART CRIED THE PURSER WHAT MUST BE THY LOT IN ANOTHER WORLD IF THOU DIEST IN THE COMMISSION OF ROBBERY WHY HELL I SUPPOSE REPLIED THE OTHER WITH GREAT DELIBERATION WHILE THE PURSER FELL ON HIS KNEES AND BEGGED OF HEAVEN THAT WE MIGHT NOT ALL PERISH FOR THE SAKE OF JONAS
phonemes: "mˈɪzɹəbəl ɹˈɛtʃ ðæt ðˈaʊ ˈɑːɹt!" kɹˈaɪd ðə pˈɜːsɚ, "wˌʌt mˈʌst biː ðˌaɪ lˈɑːt ɪn ɐnˈʌðɚ wˈɜːld, ɪf ðˈaʊ dˈiːst ɪnðə kəmˈɪʃən ʌv ɹˈɑːbɚɹi?" "wˈaɪ, hˈɛl, aɪ səpˈoʊz," ɹᵻplˈaɪd ðɪ ˈʌðɚ, wɪð ɡɹˈeɪt dᵻlˌɪbɚɹˈeɪʃən, wˌaɪl ðə pˈɜːsɚ fˈɛl ˌɔn hɪz nˈiːz, ænd bˈɛɡd ʌv hˈɛvən ðæt wiː mˌaɪt nˌɑːt ˈɔːl pˈɛɹɪʃ fɚðə sˈeɪk ʌv dʒˈoʊnəz.