In which Ursus, confronted with the absence of Gwynplaine, ingeniously assumes his voice and presence to sustain the illusion of a performance for the gathered crowd, while the quietude of Dea’s chamber contrasts with the tumult of the empty theatre. The somber reflections on loss, loyalty, and the caprices of fate gently unfold amid the fading echoes of a vanished spectacle, colouring the scene with a tender melancholy.