Mercur
Identify the metaphor – with Harry
Reply
Mercur
True, I talk of dreams,
Which are the children of an idle brain,
Begot of nothing but vain fantasy,
Which is as thin of substance as the air
And more inconstant than the wind, who wooes
Even now the frozen bosom of the north,
And, being anger’d, puffs away from thence,
Turning his face to the dew-dropping south.
Feel free to watch the presentation again from this lesson to remind you of how to approach a passage that contains a metaphor:
1 analytic essay
2 dramatic monologue
3 design and build a prop for a scene