{{RQ:Shakespeare Macbeth|page=131|act=I|scene=i|passage=1. When ſhall we three meet againe? / In Thunder, Lightning, or in Raine? / 2. When the Hurly-burley's done, / When the Battaile's loſt, and wonne.}}

[T]he dog—a magnificent Newfoundland—that had come galloping down the field to meet us, began curveting round us, in gambols full of graceful beauty, and welcoming us with short joyful barks.

the beat of the pulse

Past the point, the shore retires into a sequence of coves.