text_original: He muttered : " How could I forget that ? Look HANS OF ICELAND. 517 here, brother Nychol," he added in an almost friendly tone ; " these papers belong to the lord chancellor. Prom  ise to give them to him, and you may do what you will with me."
text_transcription: HE MUTTERED HOW COULD I FORGET THAT LOOK HERE BROTHER NICHOLL HE ADDED IN AN ALMOST FRIENDLY TONE THESE PAPERS BELONG TO THE LORD CHANCELLOR PROMISE TO GIVE THEM TO HIM AND YOU MAY DO WHAT YOU WILL WITH ME
phonemes: hiː mˈʌɾɚd : " hˌaʊ kʊd aɪ fɚɡˈɛt ðˈæt ? lˈʊk hˈænz ʌv ˈaɪslənd. fˈaɪvhˈʌndɹɪd sˈɛvəntˌiːn hˈɪɹ, bɹˈʌðɚ nˈɪkɑːl," hiː ˈædᵻd ɪn ɐn ˈɔːlmoʊst fɹˈɛndli tˈoʊn ; " ðiːz pˈeɪpɚz bᵻlˈɔŋ tə ðə lˈɔːɹd tʃˈænsɛlɚ. pɹˈɑːm ˈaɪz tə ɡˈɪv ðˌɛm tə hˌɪm, ænd juː mˈeɪ dˈuː wʌt juː wˈɪl wɪð mˌiː."