text_original: When I am dead, go to Bergen, seek out my father, the viceroy of Norway, and tell him that the last favor which his son asks of him is to pardon your twelve proteges. He will grant it, I am sure." A tear of emotion moistened the wrinkled cheek of Athanasius.
text_transcription: WHEN I AM DEAD GO TO BERGAN SEEK OUT MY FATHER THE VICEROY OF NORWAY AND TELL HIM THAT THE LAST FAVOUR WHICH HIS SON ASKS OF HIM IS TO PARDON YOUR TWELVE PROTEGEES HE WILL GRANT IT I AM SURE A TEAR OF EMOTION MOISTENED THE WRINKLED CHEEK OF ATHANASIUS
phonemes: wˌɛn aɪɐm dˈɛd, ɡˌoʊ tə bˈɜːdʒən, sˈiːk ˈaʊt maɪ fˈɑːðɚ, ðə vˈaɪsɹɔɪ ʌv nˈɔːɹweɪ, ænd tˈɛl hˌɪm ðætðə lˈæst fˈeɪvɚ wˌɪtʃ hɪz sˈʌn ˈæsks ʌv hˌɪm ɪz tə pˈɑːɹdən jʊɹ twˈɛlv pɹˈoʊɾəʒˌeɪᵻz. hiː wɪl ɡɹˈænt ɪt, aɪɐm ʃˈʊɹ." ɐ tˈɪɹ ʌv ɪmˈoʊʃən mˈɔɪsənd ðə ɹˈɪŋkəld tʃˈiːk ʌv ˌæθɐnˈeɪsɪəs.