text_original: " Good ! one effort more ! " cried the lord chancellor ; " he needs must fall ; push your advantage ! Wretch, you have committed your last crime. Courage, men ! " While with his right hand he continued his fearful evolutions with the axe, the brigand, without deigning a reply, with his left hand grasped a horn which hung at his belt, and raising it to his lips, again and again blew a long, hoarse blast, which was answered suddenly by a roar from the gulf beneath.
text_transcription: GOOD ONE EFFORT MORE CRIED THE LORD CHANCELLOR HE NEEDS MUST FALL PUSH YOUR ADVANTAGE WRETCH YOU HAVE COMMITTED YOUR LAST CRIME COURAGE MAN WHILE WITH HIS RIGHT HAND HE CONTINUED HIS FEARFUL EVOLUTIONS WITH THE AXE THE BRIGAND WITHOUT DEIGNING A REPLY WITH HIS LEFT HAND GRASPED THE HORN WHICH HUNG AT HIS BELT AND RAISING IT TO HIS LIPS AGAIN AND AGAIN BLEW A LONG HORSE BLAST WHICH WAS ANSWERED SUDDENLY BY A ROAR FROM THE GULF BENEATH
phonemes: " ɡˈʊd ! wˈʌn ˈɛfɚt mˈɔːɹ ! " kɹˈaɪd ðə lˈɔːɹd tʃˈænsɛlɚ ; " hiː nˈiːdz mˈʌst fˈɔːl ; pˈʊʃ jʊɹ ɐdvˈæntɪdʒ ! ɹˈɛtʃ, juː hæv kəmˈɪɾᵻd jʊɹ lˈæst kɹˈaɪm. kˈɜːɹɪdʒ, mˈɛn ! " wˌaɪl wɪð hɪz ɹˈaɪt hˈænd hiː kəntˈɪnjuːd hɪz fˈɪɹfəl ˌɛvəlˈuːʃənz wɪððɪ ˈæks, ðə bɹˈɪɡænd, wɪðˌaʊt dˈeɪnɪŋ ɐ ɹᵻplˈaɪ, wɪð hɪz lˈɛft hˈænd ɡɹˈæspt ɐ hˈɔːɹn wˌɪtʃ hˈʌŋ æt hɪz bˈɛlt, ænd ɹˈeɪzɪŋ ɪt tə hɪz lˈɪps, ɐɡˈɛn ænd ɐɡˈɛn blˈuː ɐ lˈɔŋ, hˈɔːɹs blˈæst, wˌɪtʃ wʌz ˈænsɚd sˈʌdənli baɪ ɐ ɹˈɔːɹ fɹʌmðə ɡˈʌlf bᵻnˈiːθ.