text_original: " Faith, old man, T fancy that at that moment nothing, not even pincers, could have drawn your name from you." HANS OF ICELAND. 177 " Was I wrong, master ? If I bad spoken, the monk, — may Saint Hospitius, and Saint Usbald the Solitary, bless him ! — the monk would have had no opportunity to ask the captain of the archers whether his men did not be  long to the Munkholm
text_transcription: FAITH OLD MAN I FANCY THAT AT THAT MOMENT NOTHING NOT EVEN PINCERS COULD HAVE DRAWN YOUR NAME FROM YOU WAS I WRONG MASTER IF I HAD SPOKEN THE MONK MASONED AUSPICIOUS AND SENT USBALD TO SOLITARY BLESS HIM THE MONK WOULD HAVE HAD NO OPPORTUNITY TO ASK THE CAPTAIN OF THE ARCHERS WHETHER HIS MAN DID NOT BELONG TO THE MONKOM
phonemes: " fˈeɪθ, ˈoʊld mˈæn, tˈiː fˈænsi ðæt æt ðæt mˈoʊmənt nˈʌθɪŋ, nˌɑːt ˈiːvən pˈɪnsɚz, kˌʊdɐv dɹˈɔːn jʊɹ nˈeɪm fɹʌm juː." hˈænz ʌv ˈaɪslənd. wˈʌnhˈʌndɹɪd sˈɛvənti sˈɛvən " wʌz aɪ ɹˈɔŋ, mˈæstɚ ? ɪf aɪ bˈæd spˈoʊkən, ðə mˈʌŋk, — mˈeɪ sˈeɪnt həspˈɪʃəs, ænd sˈeɪnt ˈʌsbɔːld ðə sˈɑːlətˌɛɹi, blˈɛs hˌɪm ! — ðə mˈʌŋk wʊdhɐv hæd nˈoʊ ɑːpɚtˈuːnᵻɾi tʊ ˈæsk ðə kˈæptɪn ʌvðɪ ˈɑːɹtʃɚz wˈɛðɚ hɪz mˈɛn dɪdnˌɑːt biː lˈɔŋ tə ðə mˈʌŋkhoʊm