Faust.  The window offers free emission.

Mephistopheles.  Devils and ghosts are bound by this condition: 

The way they entered in, they must come out.  Allow
In the first clause we’re free, yet not so in the second.

Faust.  In hell itself, then, laws are reckoned?  Now that I like; so then, one may, in fact, Conclude a binding compact with you gentry?

Mephistopheles.  Whatever promise on our books finds entry,
We strictly carry into act. 
But hereby hangs a grave condition,
Of this we’ll talk when next we meet;
But for the present I entreat
Most urgently your kind dismission.

Faust.  Do stay but just one moment longer, then, Tell me good news and I’ll release thee.

Mephistopheles.  Let me go now!  I’ll soon come back again, Then may’st thou ask whate’er shall please thee.

Faust.  I laid no snare for thee, old chap! 
Thou shouldst have watched and saved thy bacon. 
Who has the devil in his trap
Must hold him fast, next time he’ll not so soon be taken.

Mephistopheles.  Well, if it please thee, I’m content to stay
For company, on one condition,
That I, for thy amusement, may
To exercise my arts have free permission.

Faust.  I gladly grant it, if they be Not disagreeable to me.

Mephistopheles.  Thy senses, friend, in this one hour
Shall grasp the world with clearer power
Than in a year’s monotony. 
The songs the tender spirits sing thee,
The lovely images they bring thee
Are not an idle magic play. 
Thou shalt enjoy the daintiest savor,
Then feast thy taste on richest flavor,
Then thy charmed heart shall melt away. 
Come, all are here, and all have been
Well trained and practised, now begin!

Spirits.  Vanish, ye gloomy
    Vaulted abysses! 
    Tenderer, clearer,
    Friendlier, nearer,
    Ether, look through! 
    O that the darkling
    Cloud-piles were riven! 
    Starlight is sparkling,
    Purer is heaven,
    Holier sunshine
    Softens the blue. 
    Graces, adorning
    Sons of the morning—­
    Shadowy wavings—­
    Float along over;
    Yearnings and cravings
    After them hover. 
    Garments ethereal,
    Tresses aerial,
    Float o’er the flowers,
    Float o’er the bowers,
    Where, with deep feeling,
    Thoughtful and tender,
    Lovers, embracing,
    Life-vows are sealing. 
    Bowers on bowers! 
    Graceful and slender
    Vines interlacing! 
    Purple and blushing,
    Under the crushing
    Wine-presses gushing,
    Grape-blood, o’erflowing,
    Down over gleaming
    Precious stones streaming,
    Leaves the bright glowing
    Tops of the mountains,
    Leaves the red fountains,
    Widening and rushing,