text_original: " Yes," interrupted the jovial hangman, " some old scien  tist, some old sorcerer." " Oh, my lord and master, a scientist, but no sorcerer ! " " So much the worse ; a sorcerer would complete our joyful Sanhedrim. Gentlemen and guests, let us drink to restore this old sage's speech, so that he may enliven us at supper; the health of the man we hanged to day, brother preacher ! Well, father monk, do you refuse my beer?"
text_transcription: YES INTERRUPTED THE JOVIAL HANGMAN SOME OLD SCIENTIST SOME OLD SORCERER OH MY LORD AND MASTER A SCIENTIST ABOUT NO SORCERER AH SO MUCH THE WORSE A SORCERER WOULD COMPLETE OUR JOYFUL SON HEDERIM GENTLEMEN AND GUESTS LET US DRINK TO RESTORE THIS OLD SAGE'S SPEECH SO THAT HE MAY ENLIVEN US AT SUPPER THE HEALTH OF THE MAN WE HANG TO DAY BROTHER PREACHER WELL FATHER MONK DO YOU REFUSE MY BEER
phonemes: " jˈɛs," ˌɪntɚɹˈʌptᵻd ðə dʒˈoʊvɪəl hˈæŋmən, " sˌʌm ˈoʊld sˈaɪən tˈɪst, sˌʌm ˈoʊld sˈɔːɹsɚɹɚ." " ˈoʊ, maɪ lˈɔːɹd ænd mˈæstɚ, ɐ sˈaɪəntɪst, bˌʌt nˈoʊ sˈɔːɹsɚɹɚ ! " " sˈoʊ mˌʌtʃ ðə wˈɜːs ; ɐ sˈɔːɹsɚɹɚ wʊd kəmplˈiːt ˌaʊɚ dʒˈɔɪfəl sˈænhɛdɹɪm. dʒˈɛntəlmən ænd ɡˈɛsts, lˈɛt ˌʌs dɹˈɪŋk tə ɹᵻstˈɔːɹ ðɪs ˈoʊld sˈeɪdʒz spˈiːtʃ, sˌoʊ ðæt hiː mˈeɪ ɛnlˈaɪvən ˌʌs æt sˈʌpɚ; ðə hˈɛlθ ʌvðə mˈæn wiː hˈæŋd tə dˈeɪ, bɹˈʌðɚ pɹˈiːtʃɚ ! wˈɛl, fˈɑːðɚ mˈʌŋk, dˈuː juː ɹᵻfjˈuːz maɪ bˈɪɹ?"