dextera nec tua te, Graium fortissime Cretheu, eripuit Turno, nec di texere Cupencum Aenea veniente sui: dedit obvia ferro pectora, nec misero clipei mora profuit aerei.
And your right hand, Cretheus, bravest of the Greeks, did not save you from Turnus, nor did his gods shield Cupencus when Aeneas came: he put his breast in the weapons path, and the bronze shields delay availed him not, poor wretch.