In this final installment of our story, we learn if Sassure is able to bring the gift of death to the heretofore immortal Lord Hurlingthon. Just in time too as I have run out of Shakespearean metaphors for death.
Lord Hurlingthon has hired our hero, Richard Sassure, to determine the cause of his life, a life which has far outpaced its natural window. As the bard said, “All men die,” and “no man of aught he leaves knows, what is 't to leave betimes? Let be.” In other words, when it’s your time, it’s your time, even if that time takes its good sweet time.
Poor Lord Hurlington is still no closer in his quest to die. As Caludio said in Measure for Measure, "I will encounter darkness as a bride, And hug it in mine arms." But we're still waiting for Sassure to figure out who or what objects to this marriage.
In his gambit to enter the undiscover'd country from whose bourn no traveller returns, Lord Hurlingthon has hired a private detective named Sassure to discover what has him bound to this mortal coil. For his part, Sassure has been perhaps overly skeptical, but better safe than credulous, I always say.