text_original: " Come, be quiet ! " said the hangman. " I never before saw a black gown kneel to a red jerkin." He kicked the suppliant aside, adding : " Pray to God and the saints, fellow ; they will be more apt to hear you than 1." Musdcemon. still knelt, his face buried in his hands, weeping bitterly. Meantime, the hangman, standing on tiptoe, passed his rope through the ring in the ceiling ; he let it hang until 512 HANS OF ICELAND. it reached the floor, then secured it by a double turn, and made a slip knot in the end.
text_transcription: COME BE QUIET SAID THE HANGMAN I NEVER BEFORE SAW A BLACK GOWN KNEEL TO RED JERKIN HE KICKED THE SUPPLIANT THE SIDE ADDING PRAY TO GOD AND THE SAINTS FELLOW THEY WILL BE MORE APT TO HEAR YOU THAN I MUST STEMON STILL KNELT HIS FACE BURIED IN HIS HANDS WEEPING BITTERLY MEANTIME THE HANGMAN STANDING ON TIPTOE PASSED HIS ROPE THROUGH THE RING IN THE CEILING HE LET IT HANG UNTIL IT REACHED THE FLOOR THEN SECURED IT BY A DOUBLE TURN AND MADE A SLIP KNOT IN THE END
phonemes: " kˈʌm, biː kwˈaɪət ! " sˈɛd ðə hˈæŋmən. " aɪ nˈɛvɚ bᵻfˌɔːɹ sˈɔː ɐ blˈæk ɡˈaʊn nˈiːl tʊ ɐ ɹˈɛd dʒˈɜːkɪn." hiː kˈɪkt ðə səplˈaɪənt ɐsˈaɪd, ˈædɪŋ : " pɹˈeɪ tə ɡˈɑːd ænd ðə sˈeɪnts, fˈɛloʊ ; ðeɪ wɪl biː mˈɔːɹ ˈæpt tə hˈɪɹ juː ðɐn wˈʌn." mˈʌsdsɛmən. stˈɪl nˈɛlt, hɪz fˈeɪs bˈɛɹid ɪn hɪz hˈændz, wˈiːpɪŋ bˈɪɾɚli. mˈiːntaɪm, ðə hˈæŋmən, stˈændɪŋ ˌɔn tˈɪptoʊ, pˈæst hɪz ɹˈoʊp θɹuː ðə ɹˈɪŋ ɪnðə sˈiːlɪŋ ; hiː lˈɛt ɪt hˈæŋ ʌntˈɪl fˈaɪvhˈʌndɹɪd twˈɛlv hˈænz ʌv ˈaɪslənd. ɪt ɹˈiːtʃt ðə flˈɔːɹ, ðˈɛn sᵻkjˈʊɹd ɪt baɪ ɐ dˈʌbəl tˈɜːn, ænd mˌeɪd ɐ slˈɪp nˈɑːt ɪnðɪ ˈɛnd.