text_original: " My son, your soul must be filled with noble thoughts, if in the self same hour you can reject your own par  HANS OF ICELAND. 467 don and generously implore that of others. For I heard your refusal ; and although I blame such danger  ous and inordinate affection, I was deeply touched by it. Now I ask myself, — unde scelus ? — how could a man who approaches so near to the model of true jus  tice soil his conscience with the crime for which you are condemned
text_transcription: MY SON YOUR SOUL MUST BE FILLED WITH NOBLE THOUGHTS IF IN THE SELF SAME HOUR YOU CAN REJECT YOUR OWN PARDON AND GENEROUSLY IMPLORE THAT OF OTHERS FOR I HURT YOUR REFUSAL AND ALTHOUGH I BLAMED SUCH DANGEROUS AND INORDINATE AFFECTION I WAS DEEPLY TOUCHED BY IT NOW I ASK MYSELF UNDO SCOLUS HOW COULD A MAN WHO APPROACHES SO NEAR TO THE MODEL OF TRUE JUSTICE SOIL HIS CONSCIENCE WITH THE CRIME FOR WHICH YOU ARE CONDEMNED
phonemes: " maɪ sˈʌn, jʊɹ sˈoʊl mˈʌst biː fˈɪld wɪð nˈoʊbəl θˈɔːts, ɪf ɪnðə sˈɛlf sˈeɪm ˈaʊɚ juː kæn ɹᵻdʒˈɛkt jʊɹ ˈoʊn pˈɑːɹ hˈænz ʌv ˈaɪslənd. fˈɔːɹhˈʌndɹɪd sˈɪksti sˈɛvən dˈɑːn ænd dʒˈɛnɚɹəsli ɪmplˈɔːɹ ðæt ʌv ˈʌðɚz. fɔːɹ aɪ hˈɜːd jʊɹ ɹᵻfjˈuːzəl ; ænd ɔːlðˈoʊ aɪ blˈeɪm sˈʌtʃ dˈeɪndʒɚɹ ˈuːz ænd ɪnˈɔːɹdᵻnət ɐfˈɛkʃən, aɪ wʌz dˈiːpli tˈʌtʃt baɪ ɪt. nˈaʊ aɪ ˈæsk maɪsˈɛlf, — ˌʌndə sˈɛləs ? — hˌaʊ kʊd ɐ mˈæn hˌuː ɐpɹˈoʊtʃᵻz sˌoʊ nˌɪɹ tə ðə mˈɑːdəl ʌv tɹˈuː dʒˈʌs tˈaɪs sˈɔɪl hɪz kˈɑːnʃəns wɪððə kɹˈaɪm fɔːɹ wˌɪtʃ juː ɑːɹ kəndˈɛmd