Three years.

Three to one.

Three laps to go!

Three thousand gold pieces.

Three years in other ships.

Three parts of him is ours already,

Is it fit, the three-fold world divided,

How will you race with only three horses?

he should stand one of the three to share it?

Three or four wenches where I stood cried, Alas, good soul,

And I've been here three years. But they're alive all right.

As with all the others I've sent over the past three years,